Machado said, "Neither the past has died, nor is tomorrow - nor yesterday - written", and I feel it every day when I look back and review the history lived, shared and at the same time reinterpreted through fears, phobias, dreams and fantasies.
100 years have passed since the beginning of the dream, more than 20 of my then unknown destiny and the beginning of my transformation. Today converted into a bubble, fire and dreams, I remember daily that "Dad, tell me again" that my teacher, father and friend engraved in my heart to show me the way.
It is not easy to interpret the passion of the craftsman, but it is enough to listen to the verses breathed in with his flame, to understand the struggle of three generations who have left their lives for their dreams and deserve to be remembered.
As time has passed, and from the conviction that, yes, there is a new generation that continues to give meaning to craftsmanship, I will continue to love my profession every morning and thank it with the same tune that I learned from Ismael Serrano that «everything begins with you, the rest of my life and the reason for opening each window, the song that solves my doubts, my delirium and my cure«.