Battle of Guadalajara

I was a colleague of Pedro G. Bilbao in the High School, we wasn't friends but I have always respected him. Later, I've sometimes heard from him and I have also drunk some coffe with a common friend. Today, I've been so different. He has showed and explained us the battle of Guadalajara (between the village of Torija, Trijueque and Brihuega). I knew he had a big knowledge about politics situations but the most wonderful has been the prodigious memory about every situations. He convoyed truthfulness from standpoint of a loyal republicain.

It was a battle that the republicains troups won, later not war; although fascisme lost the second war. Today, a man also sings in front of the beautiful valley: No Surrender; he and Big Man are playing together and the time has stopped. The cold fills all the entire plateau, Italian, Deustch, England and, of course, Spanish people fights against the eternal power that we must renew every day, also eternally. Youngs, old people walk together, there is now another army that not show us their physique violence but, step by step, they controlle our life. "Waitin' on a sunny day", a child sings some words and young people destroy the liar official discourse. 

"Rebelaos" is in the street and the spirit of those great grand parents drive us our search. Out, in the Street, people dance together their own sounds, although TV and Media monoustely repeat sounds for the submission, and needy spirits hate the different rhythms; step by step the river flows between rocks, traps and plants and near us, a painter paints his own life against badlands; whit him; we dress in his mind to give us a presence.