Downstairs, at the front door, it began to be covered in graffiti two years ago when Charlie Garcia he turned 69. No one can explain why at that moment and not at another. Upstairs, on the terrace, there is a piano painted in homage to the artist which can obviously be seen with a drone. Also, Migue, his son, lives in the same building. And as if that weren’t enough, the architect who built the building almost 100 years ago was a certain Alberto Cantilo (something to do with Fabiana?).
The whole thing is an aesthetic question mark left by the famous Taken home de Cortázar reduced to an anecdote of doors opening and closing.
– Hi, good morning, I’m a journalist – to a lady leaving the building.
-HI.
-Is it nice to be Charly’s neighbor?
– I like it yes.
-Does it make a lot of noise?
-Nooooo, not at all! Now he is calm, he is better … A very good person!
– Does the graffiti on the door bother you?
– Zero, not at all. The properties in this building will make a fortune. Remember what I tell you…
How many times a day will the seventh bell ring? The pilgrimage must be incessant. Samples of affection and sacred love. Pasted photos, written messages growing like a vine on the front Colonel Diaz 1905. Someone corrected the address and put “1951”, in relation to the birth date of the idol. Speaking of “idol”, that word can be read in the testimonies of 39 people. The other one that pops up a lot is “teacher”. The other, “God”.
Maybe we’re talking about what’s going on in the most popular building in the City. The Altar of the Fatherland where Charly lives. Right now we are sitting exactly where you are sitting fit country. The same marble threshold, and the same point where Fito looked when he published him on social media.
He stopped by as part of his hellish performance for the fashion series, and he did so at the request of Leon Giecowho also took a photo in the permanent tribute that was formed at the door of the Coronel Díaz building, Santa Fe corner.
“Sitting at the Popular Altar in Charly’s Building”, wrote Fito on his Instagram account. Will he come up later? They tell us not to waste time because the intercom is disconnected for obvious reasons. “It’s been about a year since he took it off,” warns the neighbor that he loves being next door to Charly.
The keyboard on the terrace is a gift that was given to him on the occasion of his 70th birthday. It was thanks to the work and grace of a fan muralist named tian firpo. It’s a nine-metre keyboard. The idea came from a neighbor, Marcello Ferran.
It’s not easy to see the piano. Possibly from a nearby building or Google Maps, but the piano has been stated Site of Cultural Interest of the City: “This transformed into a temple full of graffiti. It looks like the house of the singer Serge Gainsbourg in France”, Ferrán tells us before adding: “The Fito series helped to keep the walls collecting signatures and phrases about Charly”.
Is anyone in the building complaining?
-Nobody complained and for me, in particular, I find all this precious. I love finding graffiti and having it in the entrance of the house. There is a lot of peace and harmony in Coronel Díaz.
The fact is that handwritten affection has accumulated in the form of an essay or a live fresco. Worthy of any Guild, of any Gauchito Gil.
The first, they say – and Ferrán agrees – was “Paraguay Loves You”. Then came another one, also of a tourist nature: “Thank you very much”, signed “from al Paz, Bolivia”. Things have movement, it is true, and what began as a stranger’s stroll has grown to the rhythm of affection expressed vertically, with markers or permanent pens, colored pencils, pasted photos and letters that accumulate in the mailbox of the building.
The most aggressive graffiti? “Suck it Squid”. The most readable?: “I go so crazy.” The most poetic? From Santiago de Chile: “Thank you for turning on the light of my soul”. “Charly, whenever you want I’ll make you a barbecue”. We started counting them and it started raining when we were looking for the 441 graffiti.
The last one we checked was written exactly three minutes ago on a Tuesday at 1.25pm: “I grew up with you.” Right, right in the same place as Fito. Here we are seated. Had they coincided, one would have been ahead of the other. Thinking like this from time to time humanizes heroes. He flattens them.
Despite the amount of dedications and affectionate words, standing at the door of the building, one feels that life goes on without Charly being the center of the scene. Thousands of people pass by here every day and few, very few, stop.
This is just the bar narrowed down, famous for its proximity to Charly’s, and for being the subject of insane deliveries. Considered an authentic “close source”, they tell us there that the new waiters’ right to the apartment consisted in bringing order to Charly (“tanta milanesa sanguche”).
“Now did not ask for a long time, but It was classic that Charly served you naked. She could be in a good mood, in a bad mood, let you go to her house, give you generous tips or not give you a penny… ”, comments the lady at the cash desk.
How far are we from Coronel Díaz to call us Avenida Charly García? We have collected the signatures for this purpose in a notebook Glory.
-And, yes, it would seem right and necessary: Avenida Charly García, it seems nice to me… – they answer in the bakery that shares a dividing wall with the building/Popular Historical Monument.
-Good afternoon, we are collecting signatures for the avenue to be called “Charly García”.
-Obviously, come on… – someone called Pablo Prada puts on the hook and we think it’s Chato Prada from the Tinelli programme. His ID card starts with 18 million.
Of the respondents, only one refused, but we convinced him.
“I don’t like Charly,” admits a boy who calls himself Ridwan.
-Would you prefer the avenue to be called Duki?
-Hahaha, it could be… -but sign.
Furthermore, gentlemen in charge of naming streets, one should understand the context: who was Colonel Díaz to deserve such a stretch where the square meter costs more than 3,000 dollars?!
A few weeks ago, León GIeco stopped by and shared on his official account: “Here I am in the house of our dear Charly García, something like our #AbbeyRoad”. Perfect figure. Same feeling.
We did the same as the electric goalkeeper. Nothing nicer than wasting time with impunity. Once upon a time, when Charly dived into the pool from the top of a hotel, you rang his doorbell and someone opened it for you. More than an anonymous person knows this and may remember that the doors have been thrown open. But the neighbor is right – the device must be disconnected.
Is it true that there are already people who want to get married in the face of this urban intervention? Is it true that the condominium administration ever wanted to paint the facade and erase so much love?
we just stumbled upon Maria Rosa YorioCharly’s ex and mother of Migue García.
– What a coincidence! Have you seen this nice tribute?
-Yes, of course, and how interesting it is that the other inhabitants of the building don’t delete anything, right?
-It is true.
-They leave them, do you know why they don’t cancel anything? Because they know they have a Gardel who lives there.
“Today I went to Charly García’s house and left 4 nougats in the mailbox,” tweeted one girl. We also read in the networks that someone brought his original Seru Giran vinyls so that he could autograph them if, by chance, he came across them.
Now there’s a girl stopping the pace. We will soon know that her name is Mara. Mara has black glasses, red All Stars and a perfectly fitting pair of pacifiers. She has to walk for 25 years. “31,” she corrects.
The concrete thing is that he crossed the door of the almost ex-colonel Diaz’s building, he stopped as if he had forgotten something, he placed his hand on the wrought iron door. And he made the sign of the cross.
Source: Clarin
