Alexander Nevsky Cathedral

Himself. In the heart of the twentieth century Senor Galego begins to build the cathedral. The armature pierces - a godly lace through the air that Señor Galego breathes, through the hope you exhale. Each wall bears its fingerprints. The domes grow upwards, the stairs down. Senor Halego does not stop. At lunch, drink your sweet coffee in silence. In fulfillment to the courage. In the future cathedral, expanding for fifty years - humble universe in the middle of Madrid crucified on the trail of his footsteps. Senor Galego does not know with infallible security has the Lord ever looked through the unfinished ceilings and arches, in the meanders of apses and columns, down to his infallible son, to his sweet coffee.