Dear neighbors, friends and family of Villafáfila.

I cannot begin this proclamation without devoting a few words of thanks; firstly to Don Agapito, our priest, friend and always close.

To the authorities that may be here, for everything they represent.

To the previous criers, because they set the bar very high, I don't pretend to be up to their level but I'm going to try.

And of course... To the Pro-Semana Santa Board, for remembering me for this task that I accept with pride and with great responsibility.

Pride, for what I feel for OUR people and responsibility for all of you who are here present and for those who are no longer here.

Also thank them for the will they put into keeping Holy Week so alive in our town, that generation after generation has been transmitted from our ancestors to today, and for the will they put into continuing our traditions.

Some of you will know me, some of you are even from my family and others will wonder who I am and why I am here.

I am María Ángeles Zamorano Alonso, for the vast majority Angelines ¨La Farrucona¨, daughter of Juan Zamorano and María Alonso.

And I am here because I carry OUR people in my heart.

It's been many years since I left here, first Santander... Then Madrid... But how wise was he who said that " Whoever remembers never forgets" and in my case that's the way it is... MEMORIES, MEMORIES AND MORE MEMORIES that always bring me to the same place, to VILLAFÁFILA.

WHAT DARE MINE, to get up here to tell you what you know better than me!

That the Holy Week of our town is unique, it is something that we all know, neither better nor worse, UNIQUE!

Because that's how each of us does it.

And every act that is officiated here, in our little cathedral.

And every step that we have here present.

And every procession that parades through our streets...

You will agree with me that each step, each image of our Holy Week has a special meaning for each one of us.

I confess that I am a faithful devotee of Jesus of Nazarene, of OUR Jesus, I have his image very present since when I was a very young girl I saw him for the first time in the church of San Martín.

He stared at me, and I felt fear... I admit it... But that fear disappeared as I got older and thanks to the faith and respect that my parents and especially my aunts made me feel towards him.

MEMORIES, MEMORIES AND MORE MEMORIES...

The crowded church, the devotion, the faith, the processions that flooded the streets, the silence and respect before the images come to mind...

There are many memories, I keep them with nostalgia and with great affection.

I have lived with them during the time that I have not been able to attend this long-awaited appointment.

For a few years and by my own promise, I try not to miss, because Jesus of Nazarene and only he knows why I am here. Thanks to him I return one more year and this time as a town crier, an honor!

Let's continue making it possible for our Holy Week to be unique, participating in it, living it, feeling it and trying to pass the baton on to the younger generations. Because it is in his hand that this continues.

There are many memories... but not only of them lives man...

 So, let's live the present... And what better way, than starting the HOLY WEEK OF VILLAFÁFILA 2015.

Angeles Zamorano Alonso.

March 29, 2015, Villafáfila.

Author:

Jose Luis Dominguez Martinez.

Text:

Mrs. Ángeles Zamorano Alonso.

Town crier of Holy Week 2015.

Photography:

Jose Luis Dominguez Martinez.

Transcription and montage:

Jose Luis Dominguez Martinez.

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