Years ago, so many that I don’t even remember, within the walls of a cemetery on the outskirts of Seville, where Diego took a fleeting step, some anarchists left their slogan: “Dead, get out of there. The earth is for those who work it!” Less than 35 years ago, another legend of an anonymous author and irrelevant ideology appeared in the cemetery of Naples: “They Don’t Know What They’ve Missed”.
Today Maradona occupies other lands far from Andalusia and doesn’t know what he has lost with the Napoli championship. He doesn’t know why he isn’t there. He doesn’t know why Diego died. But dead and that’s it, he challenges Borges with those that “we are all destined to be forgotten”, as the blind nobleman said. No. Maradona resists. Maybe someone will be able to write on some wall of that chaos that is today the delirium in front of the Mediterranean “he who loves, does not forget”. Because those who love don’t forget.
It’s a good day to read or hear all the clichés, all the phrases, all the topics that not even artificial intelligence would be able to imagine. I have mine: “Maradona champion”.
Because Diego is more important than these guys from Spaletti who have brought immense joy to the “terrone”, he has won another battle between the poor South and the opulent North of Italy. Come? Commonplaces come naturally, like acne in teenagers. And okay, so be it. Because Maradona is the most accessible cliché in the history of football. Old people have seen him play. Not young people. How did Maradona play? Like the gods, I played, boy.
Dead and very dead is, Diego continues to give us joy. Not only there, in Naples revolutionized to the third championship while tides of motorbikes travel through the city in celebration. Here. Also here. Maradona, dead, is alive to free us from this mania of worrying about the blue, the lelic, the PASO, the apocalyptic speeches, the TV panels, the prices, the ko of salaries, the injustices, demagogy, the abuses, the love lost, the infinite sadness of crying over the Bible next to the water heater.
Dead as he is, Maradona is alive. brighten. brighten. He returns from where he will not leave. Excuse me Mr. Borges. You were right. We will be oblivion minus one. Minus Diego. Because those who love don’t forget.
Come on Diego. Come on Naples.
Source: Clarin
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