As a child, I have associated a day like today, Easter Sunday, with the custom of going in search of wild asparagus through ravines that opened to the sea. I think it is a duty to resurrect every day, not just on Easter Sunday.

There are clear and joyful days in any past, some very noble moments of which one feels proud. The happiest memories that remain submerged can also come out of their grave to return to everyday life and that will be the most perfect form of resurrection.