I met Lucre 23 years ago, in the 20th minus. She arrived in Seville from Madrid, leaving something, looking for a change of air. And go if he found it. The city occupied its life as a hurricane, as a tsunami. This has become more Sevillian than someone, and how much you need to be. With critical awareness and constantly constructive and the spirit of improvement. With a clear idea of how local society should be configured to be more fair, more human and more inhabited.
They were wonderful, good people, smiling and cheerful. Despite how difficult this city is to make friends when you are a beginner, she soon made them. He did not stop making them for more than 20 years, until the last moment. Among the development partners, in other media, in public organizations of all types, between the parents of the school. Where he received, he brought his joy and desire to do something. It is impossible not to want it. It was a cyclone.
Soon after landing in the city, we began to stay nearby from time to time. My friend Ector, who always had a good look and was heavier than the politician in the campaign, quickly began to ask me to invite her to go with us for weekends. The fate of Lusr was abandoned. A few weeks later they began to leave until today.
We form our couples, they and Christina and I am almost simultaneously. And we always made family life. The same group of friends and many memories together. This is a mythical summer in Pontecaldlas, with Genaro, Bobe and Luis. Some weekend in Matalaskan. Eternal Friday with a starting point in the biscuit.
I had a funny thing. It was one of the most dirty minds in the city. In the 20th minutes, we were at the ends, separated by other tables. And whenever someone made a comment on someone who could get advice, see a possible double meaning or give him a prize and did not talk to me. He raised his head, we looked at each other and fell asleep.
Lucre had a lot of hobbies. More ordinary, such as reading (tireless), cinema or travel. And others are more curious. Like porn real estate, shared with my wife. They loved to focus on sales and rented portals of houses and present purchases and impossible reforms. Advertising was exchanged and enjoyed especially those who had a plane and video. His reference journalistic chapter was El Mueble magazine.
I have many things to thank Rugr. The first, good pair that was formed with my friend and two daughters, so magnificent that it left him. The second that I always wanted to see us. Christina and I lived in Madrid for 20 years, and when we arrived in Seville, Ector and Luchr were always available. They never had another plan or perfect. They are from afar, friends that we saw the most, with those that we left for dinner, and with those that we enjoyed and laughed most for these two decades of the diaspora. Fortunately, we returned to the city on time to help and accompany it throughout this painful and complex process.
The third that allowed me to rewrite. When we returned, only now two years ago, I offered to cooperate with the local release of the newspaper, and I have no doubt about it, accepting me as a observer. I hope you will not regret it. And serve these lines as eternal gratitude.
He was a kind, warm and affectionate man. But firmly in their beliefs. Progressive, ecologists and, above all, feminist. He was angry every day with such a large amount of injustice with which we lived, and what she had to know, concentrate and condemn with the companions of Eldiario.es/andalucía. Also hard in decision -making. And so I raise, consolidated and support in time the editorial project, which he led.
Now, a year and a half after the diagnosis, the cancer took him forward. There is no comfort to this pain. And he does not believe that Consuelo offers us. This leaves us a huge vacuum, emotional, human and intellectual hole. The hole that we will have to try to fill in your memory. Memories of a luminous, warm and decisive woman; Optimistic, despite the circumstances. Always a fighter.
According to the old African legend, people die three times. The first, when his body ceases to live, natural biological death. The second is when the last person who met her dies. And the third, when no one retains his memory. Lusr and his memory are still present and alive among us and will do it for many decades. His example is pure inspiration. And his trace of indelible.
