Argentinian black night
So che avrebbe sventolato l’Union Jack fuori dalla finestra e avrebbe gridato slogan a chiunque si fosse preso la briga di ascoltare, e che sarebbe stata sopraffatta dalla gioia al pensiero di una flotta che calava dall’Inghilterra e attraversava mezzo mondo per scacciare i barbari dalle isole Falkland nel nome della rettitudine e della civiltà.
Solo l’irlandese Colm Toibin poteva scrivere questo, sapendo che presto si sarebbe perso nella notte argentina ma non quella della dittatura, peraltro solo accennata.
Mi chiedo soltanto perché non si sia fermato nella sua terra natia. Tanto, la storia che è stata raccontata, uguale a tutte le altre, poteva capitare in qualsiasi parte del mondo.
La narrazione collaterale, quella politica e della privatizzazione stessa dell’Argentina, è trattata con superficialità. Mi sembra che non c’entri nulla o che sia poco intrecciata alla vita del personaggio.
Toibin cade nella pedanteria, nel sonno oscuro di una Buenos Aires, che nei suoi pensieri vorrebbe essere paragonata alla stessa stregua di Barcellona, o di Miami.
Un grosso sbadiglio, fino a quando tolte le duecento pagine di introduzione, si arriva al nocciolo del problema, a dove l’autore voleva arrivare per davvero. Noiosissime descrizioni per poi chiudere in meno di cinquanta pagine e descrivere il messaggio di fondo.
Tobin è insuperabile in The Blackwater Lightship dove tutto era illuminato in quell’Irlanda occidentale; qui la notte è rimasta notte.
Allo stesso modo, però, gli errori vengono ripetuti. Non uno scarto, un moto di orgoglio. Sempre uguale, nella storia dell’umanità, in questo spirito hegheliano che si ripete e si ritorce sulle nostre anime.
Salvo poi sentirsi purificati nella sofferenza, quando ormai non c’è più niente da fare. E nessuno capisce. Anzi credendo di emanciparsi coi diritti, gli uomini ricadono sulla stessa debolezza. Che minchiata assurda.
Berk & The Virtual Band – Billie Jean
She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene
I said don’t mind, but what do you mean, I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the roundShe told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the roundPeople always told me be careful of what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do ‘cause the lie becomes the truthBillie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my sonFor forty days and forty nights
The law was on her side
But who can stand when she’s in demand
Her schemes and plans
‘Cause we danced on the floor in the round
So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice
(Don’t think twice, don’t think twice)She told my baby we’d danced till three, then she looked at me
Then showed a photo of a baby cries his eyes were like mine (oh, no!)
‘Cause we danced on the floor in the round, babyPeople always told me be careful of what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts
She came and stood right by me
Just the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
She called me to her roomBillie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my sonShe says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my sonShe says I am the one,
(you know what you did, (she says he is my son)breaking my heart babe)
She says I am the oneBillie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover (don’t Billie Jean)
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene
I said don’t mind, but what do you mean, I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round
She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
People always told me be careful of what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do ‘cause the lie becomes the truth
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
For forty days and forty nights
The law was on her side
But who can stand when she’s in demand
Her schemes and plans
‘Cause we danced on the floor in the round
So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice
(Don’t think twice, don’t think twice)
She told my baby we’d danced till three, then she looked at me
Then showed a photo of a baby cries his eyes were like mine (oh, no!)
‘Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby
People always told me be careful of what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts
She came and stood right by me
Just the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
She called me to her room
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
She says I am the one,
(You know what you did, (she says he is my son)breaking my heart babe)
She says I am the one
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover (don’t Billie Jean)
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
