15 November 2018 12:05
"Tristeza nao tem fim, felicidade sim"The beautiful song by Vinicius de Moraes and Tom Jobim, who served as the music of this beautiful film by French filmmaker Marcel Camus, Black Orpheus. Sadness is endless. Happiness, temporary. It is not just a song of the most successful composer of Brazilian music history, it is a fact that will write the treaties and treaties of ethics, ethics and political philosophy. And it exists in the foundations of existentialism: in life, in essence, in a sadness, not perpetually drifting towards death. The fate of all human beings and almost absolute unconscious for over forty years, the most painful, deceptive, and the worst of our Being: the dawn of February 4, 1992. The songs of the sirens of fear, fear and betrayal, when the results of the foolishness of all the people whom the gods condemned cannot suffer for long and eternal years. Living one of the most painful and sad periods in our history. Tristeza nao tem fin, felicidade sim. Stupidity, as eternal in the universe, said Einstein written by Antonio Carlos and Vinicius. The author of the poet and diplomat of this wonderful letter knew this: nothing more than the dazzling Ava Gardner, who could be regarded as the most beautiful woman in the world, but lived a short life. For a good reason, I've confirmed to the birthday of the wonderful composer of La Chica de Ipanema that Tom Jobim and Anita's young wife, Anita, accompanied Soledad, Chico Buarque and Marieta Severo. encounter. "
Lucho Gatica, suddenly appearing again in his life, with his news of his death nineteenth-century, more than half a century after his absence, I tell him to give the news of his death sad. It was my first music passion. I'm an ardent fan of all generations. Time for Lucho Gatica. "Contigo en la distancia", "Reloj", "Las chicas de la Plaza España", "Tú mi delirio", "Nosotros" and accompanying old and new boleros, Bolivian singer Raúl Shaw Moreno and his trio Pilgrims and later, They have already internationalized and recorded in London, under the label EMI with the British pianist Roberto Inglés & # 39; s orchestra, which will always end in Chile. The family of a proleta son and the youngest of seven siblings from my family, a large number of families I have imitated the idioms and idioms of the idol that were born in Rancagua, a hundred miles south of Santiago. We all wanted to be like Lucho Gatica.
For the first time in his poetic music career, I listened to his guitar with humbles and chants for Chile for the first time with his younger brother Arturo Gatica, one of the famous singers of the cuecas. When he was a teenager, a high school student was To become the most popular and acclaimed singer of Chilean society. To me, Nicaraguans were singing in a melodious, quite friendly and dishonest voice called "Sinceridad", the most famous bolero in the history of popular music. "Come to my life, with love, I don't think of anyone, but you. I swear on my honor, I adore you,"
After this anonymous and unfulfilled promise, the pedestal that fame would place him never came down. After the great pianist Claudio Arrau, one of Beethoven's greatest performers and poet Gabriela Mistral, the Nobel Prize in literature, was the most popular and most famous Chilean in history. Before long, the music center of the Spanish-speaking continent settled in Mexico and married the famous Puerto Rico film actress Mapita Cortez. When globalization still did not capture the planet, it was the first figure that Chile could be proud of. He kept the glory of Carlos Gardel, the first Latin American singer and artist of the world fame, preserving all distances.
There were no other Chilean 's, who then gained universal fame, but were not unfortunate, dragged by misfortune. Outside of another Nobel laureate Neruda, memorable with another love song of the big words, "Poetry 20": "I can write the most sad verses of this night and mldr" or "the verses of the Captain" called the wonderful love poems or humanity The transcendental and symbolic and the tragedy that comes to the famous Machu Pichu is the incredible song of love, the Chilean socialist doctor Salvador Allende. But that's another song. It makes us much happier for politics, less visible and manifesting in public; In the rear chamber of public squares, it is carried out in the special spaces allocated to it, in the carpeted and prudent seats of parties, in trade unions, in parliaments, in ministerial offices, in law enforcement agencies. Like in Switzerland or Scandinavian countries. It is enough to begin to draw the attention of the majority who have seized public squares to conclude that the media have entered the headlines and that happiness is approaching the frightened diagnosis of Vinicius de Moraes.
After life, I came to the conclusion that the politics, which was shrinking this monstrous boa, apparently sleeping, opened its eyes and tried to attract the attention of unnoticed citizens dancing to the sound of a Lucero Gatica bolero. While a guaiacha of the Celia Cruz, almost unconsciously, enjoys the tremendous happiness in which the painting of the Romans is reflected in the public, our public thing emerges in a complete and transparent normality to return to the hell of the past. Art often makes us happy even if it is imaginary. It's a gift of beauty. Politics revives us for the miserable survival of our misfortune. Curse of work. There are no status: sadness nao tem fim, felicidade sim.