Thirty years ago, when even didn´t know how to swim, I put a diving glasses and in one and half meter water, I submerged for first time in a world that influenced me in many senses. Lots of fishes, absolutely unknown for me, sorrunded me. The sea surface was a desert compared to the underwater, but although it was plenty of life, there was silence. Diving is as marvelous, is flying, but what I have always liked most is that silence that goes inside the soul and relaxes you, calming all the worries of a so far world.
I´ve always thought that people are a bit like the sea, prety on the surface, but much better inside. When you speak to somebody confident, you notice we all are like scared children trying to find a second of happyness, but we spend our lives doubting about the other, fighting for nonsenses, watching how the time scapes.
Since that day I met the big blue at Santa Pola Cope, I have been meeting it all the years. It has become for me like a sacred place we all must have one. A place for meditation, for crying and laughing. A place to go in happy and sad hours, a place I only meet when alone, in silence.
My place has change a bit through the years, is still a special one, still blue. Its surface is like the first day I met, but inside, underwater, is not the same. Where are all those fishes I saw? Year by year they are becoming rare, same as sponges, algae, anemona and many species.
The seabed is now grey, as if sad. Will it be the same for us, the humans?
I often come back to Santa Pola Cope, but very few times go underwater. I sit close to the water and wait. Wait in silence for a long time, as waiting for an answer, a ray of hope to return again the colours to the depth of the sea, to the inside of the people, waiting for changes, a whisper, a dolphin.