MY PEOPLE, THE HOOD.
Every day that goes by in my life, I feel more proud to be born in this land that God put in a corner of Andalucia, next to the river Guadalquivir and in the middle of the countryside of Seville, this is a wonder, The Campana.
For your streets begin to walk and get lost in its labyrinth, but the fear of not knowing what I'm going to find, because for them the air I breathe fills my soul, I know the purity, the wisdom of their elders and the lives of their young.
Plaza de Andalucia, a witness to the history of our ancestors, it is reflected over the years. Faithful witness of our experiences, our customs and our party host, you dress up with us during carnival, you feel the passion of Holy Week, you awake to the sound of the rockets on the day of Pilgrimage and let us start each New Year with you.
In the maze of its streets still in Long Street, which leads me to the Plaza del Pilar, tiny but with a great spell, its neighbors are at the heart and from there leads me to the convent, the walls hold all kinds of rumors, we all talk about it and nobody knows anything.
New Street until you reach Calle Cruz Verde, I have here a piece of my heart and follow through the maze leads me to Calle Marquesa, which saw me grow and play in their corner or rather playing Lehi my friends, and the Guadalquivir Park, commentator of all the residents of those neighborhoods.
And following this maze, I get a street smart and elegant, Carmona Street to Paseo del Campo, an infinite number of steps traveled by all of us, my childhood memories of walking through the fair on its carpet of gold, was the color of Alvero.
This is just a short walk of the labyrinth that is my people than any of its streets is wonderful with his elf, charm, magnetism, kindness, but above all its people, all those who care for their people, which lead to veins to the heart.
