To read it and meditate on it. And to enjoy it. For how well written it is. I am sure that the Santina has liked it. The Santina. Almost nothing. A tiny little saint. Well, in that insignificant nothingness Spain was born. As if to tell the Asturians that they only have one Santina. To them who are big and even disproportionate. Well, I think, surely mistaken, that the son of such a Most Holy Mother bothers them that He is only God. Because the Santina deserved something more.
Let us leave the caricature, based certainly on the immense love for the Santina, although in some it might be exaggerated, but blessed the exaggerations if they are born, as in this case, from love. My paternal great-grandfather was Asturian and my paternal great-grandmother was also. But my love for the Santina does not come from such distant roots, but from what she represents in Spain and in the Catholicity of this homeland.
Well, in that homage to them and to the Santina.
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