Sunrise

Dawn is an act of affirmation in life, the end of the night, the arrival of light.

Although in hard times I let myself be lulled over and over again by these desolate words of the immense poet Claudio Rodríguez: “If you have taken all the light, how can I expect anything from dawn?”.

Alba is the justified name of my latest heroine.

And I know what Bowie thought about heroism: “We can be heroes.

Just for a day".

I watch her on a Telemadrid program called

This girl is in a hair salon and is unaware that a hidden camera is filming a performance.

Next to her, a lady does not stop giving her old mother a scolding.

She says to him: “What a shame you have a boyfriend.

It disgusts me that you behave like a dirty old woman.

Everyone will laugh at you."

Alba listens stunned to this cruel diatribe.

And she reacts.

She in a torrential speech and with her eyes soaked with tears she spits at her daughter: “What the hell is this?

I can not stand.

I don't want people like that.

Let her mother be happy.

People should live and enjoy.

It is what I would want for my mother if it were the case for her.”

And she excites me.

Alba shows courage, solidarity, sense of justice, ovaries.

She did not know that it was a farce.

She explodes, shows her face, defends the cornered.

And I think the opposite.

In that old photographer lying on the street and freezing to death throughout the night.

We don't know if his collapse was due to a heart attack or because he was wearing too much.

What else does he give?

We only know that hundreds of people passed by his side and no one helped him.

I probably would have passed by too.

How embarrassing, how terrifying.

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