I was born in the last hours of the night of September 9, 1933, after a birth of more than six hours, while a lightning slashed the cup of the sequoia, the giant tree that people knew – and know – as the pine of the Diputación, in the garden of the Palacio de Navarra. I am sure that it displaced my birth to a second plane, marking my life and making me go unnoticed from then on.
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I was born in the last hours of the night of September 9, 1933, after a birth of more than six hours, while a lightning slashed the cup of the sequoia, the giant tree that people knew – and know – as the pine of the Diputación, in the garden of the Palacio de Navarra. I am sure that it displaced my birth to a second plane, marking my life and making me go unnoticed from then on.