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El pasado mes deThis last february, our stuff and proce febrero pusimos rumboright-walls and war a Marruecos huyendo Our idea was prett del frío y aprovechandoNO maps; NO rout la entrada de un swell...Just a van full of decente.FREESURF acc shaper & close frie La idea era simple: This is the result o NO mapa; NO ruta; NO plan
Sólo una caravana llena de tablas para disfrutar de un par de semanas de FREESURF en compañía de Gilito, mi shaper y amigo_
with an in sight swell coming, we packaged eed to Morocco in the search of some long rm weather.
ty simple: tes; NO plains.
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CONCEPT Legi Alonso PHOTO JosĂŠ Alberto Prieto Legi Alonso DESIGN Legi Alonso SHAPER Gilito
They’re
AMAZIGH It means
FREE MEN
To born & die everyday To feel that cold in my face_
To live is To die
‘Cause when a man lies, he murders some part of the world
Tras alzar la vista y adivinar del cielo lo grande que era soñé con mapas, mares distintos y carreteras. Salí de casa hace diez años y aún no he vuelto. Me sentí solo, maldije mi aventura. Y el llanto, lejos de herir, me descubrió un secreto: el hombre se vuele hombre a través de su andadura. De este modo, tratando de moldear roca dura, dí un primer paso que me llevó a Marruecos. Desierto y piedra. Mar y viento. Marruecos es un susurro perdido en el tiempo. Olas que mudan su color a capricho del cielo se vuelven eternas para el que sepa mientras rostros arrugados como cordilleras vuelcan en un rezo todo su anhelo. Cien naranjas buenas de cada cien ante mil moscas revoloteando como el hambre. El zoco es un enjambre donde a nadie importa quién. Diez años después Marruecos es un contenedor: plástico; surfcamps; idiotas; dirhams por aparcar... En tierra le ponen precio a los valles y al mar sobre ella, sobrecogedor, el firmamento se alza para el que quiera mirar.
After looking up and guessing how big the sky was I dreamt with maps, other seas and roads. I left my home ten years ago and I had not come back yet. I felt alone, blamed my adventure. And my outcry, far from hurting me, uncovered a secret: a man becomes a man throught his path. In this way, trying to sculpt the tough stone, I took a first step that set me on Morocco. Desert and stone. Sea and wind. Morocco is a whisper lost in time. Waves that shed their colour as the sky likes become everlasting for he who knows while wrinkled faces like mountain ranges pour in a pry all their desire. A good one hundred oranges out of a hundred Facing one thousand flies fluttering like hunger. The zoco is a hive where nobody cares about nobody. Ten years later, Morocco is a skip: plastic; surfcamps; idiots; dirhams to park... In the land they put a price to the valleys and the sea over it, breathtaking, the firmament is risen for he who wants to see.
Put attention on the road_ The road will teach you everything: the meaning of danger; some beautifull places ... Even to save or loose your own life_
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There’s no place to call home . There’s someone. to call friend?
Leave me alone, you unendurably old human
this one sweet hour in the summer_ And not the fragance of the red clover_ And not the
Let it all be pain_ Let it all be suffering_ Let it all be wretched but
Deep tender pleasure in my soul_
You’ve been convinced to accept a ridiculous life
To die for To live to
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You’ve come to save me from the other part of the world. You bring a solution... Who the hell are you? Where you come from? Go save your old man_
Has venido a salvarme desde la otra parte del mundo_ Traes una solución... ¿Quién coño es este tío? ¿De dónde ha salido? Vete a salvar a tu viejo, sólo pretendes cobrar_
Something to Love
Something to Hate
Moroccan Bread
Tagazhout
Honey
Police Radars
Safi
Anchor Point Crowds
Chicken Tajine
Boilers Crowds
Oranges
Imsouanne Crowds
Vegetables couscous
Parking Taxes
2.3 m / 13 seg.
German Surfcamps
Plasma XL
HydroFoil
Fresh Fish
SUP
Haggling
Algeciras
Imsouanne
‘Levante’ Wind
Boilers Sky at night
To find a ‘shit’ spot
Moroccan Tea
Plastic everywhere
Bouznika
Have I said Radars?
Travel by sea
Have I said crowds?
Something to Ignore
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The Waterboys Dire Straits JJ Kale ‘Wish You Were Here’ Eskorbuto Cicatriz ‘The Lobster’ ‘Disaster Artist’ ‘Charada’ ‘Topaz’ ‘What Ever Happened To Baby... Jane ‘Zona Hostil’ ‘Happy Deathday’ ‘Road to Paloma’ ‘Offline’ ‘Zombeavers’ ‘St. Anger ‘The Secret of Marrowbone’ ‘Death Magne tic’ ‘Dagon, la secta del mar’ Algeciras
Working for the ‘Rat Race’ You know you’re wasting your time
Working for the ‘Rat Race’ You’re not friend of mine_
Oh it’s a disgrace to see the human-race in a rat-race
... A dog-race... This is a human-race. A rat-race!
Don’t surf for a fucking numbers numbers, numbers, numbers... HATE numbers HATE trophies HATE rules
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