We are not in that wonderful cathedral of Seville where the remains of Christopher Columbus rest and which deeply inspired the unfortunate writer and poet, Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, one of his most beautiful and significant religious legends: Maese Pérez the Organist.
But we are in the true heart of that Madrid devoted to its traditions, which feels true veneration for its patron saint, the Virgen de la Almudena and whose temple -designed according to that retrospective look at the architectural models of the past, returned to the fashion of good a taste for the reformer of Notre-Dame de Paris, Viollet-le-Duc- is a true wonder, among whose most outstanding details, the organ -that irreplaceable ambassador of the musical fantasy of the Universe- deserves a special mention.
Even contemplated in silence, standing guard in the background while the libertine passage of time approaches the transcendent moments that will liberate the spirit of the successive Masters, who, like the soul of Pérez de Bécquer, remained eternally custodians, remaining lethargic inside of its immeasurable resonance box, it imposes, not only for its beauty, but also for its sovereign elegance.
Not surprisingly, German precision intervened in its creation, hand in hand with the organ builder Gerhard Grenzing and British phlegm in the design of the case, carried out by the architect Simon Platt, who, following le-Duc's example, chose the Gothic style, as a design, surely aware of that search for God in the heights, suggested by Goethe and followed by the unrepentant dreamers of perfection, who, deep down, were the medieval stonemasons who raised those true crown jewels, comparative and metaphorically speaking, they illuminated the darkness of the West from the dark night of the soul produced by the fall of the Roman Empire.
To see it there, fitted perfectly between the columns and the vaults of the main transept, facing the sacrosanct of an apse always oriented towards the outgoing, towards the sunrise that every day brings us its unalterable lesson of eternal perseverance, it is to feel it as an invaluable piece of that wonderful Meccano of Sacred Geometry, where, far from the anodyne banality of the ordinary, it is the Spirit that allows itself to be seduced by what, each one feels it in his heart, is the greatness of the Unknowable.
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