The overwhelming reason for the singer Shakira

The overwhelming nullifies journalism, and even reason.

You shoot in the middle of a crowd in which a mass is being celebrated and everything is shot, we journalists forget about the Pope, even if he has died or been badly wounded, and we go after the Turk, like that time he attacked a loquinary against John Paul II, the one with the angry smile.

Now Nadal has lost to tennis in Australia and nobody knows anything about who won the game.

Journalism always has its eye turned towards the one who dares to shoot or the one who loses, if he is famous.

With the song in which the Colombian Shakira turns the soccer player Piqué around and a half, and it is not a simile but a consequence of astonishment, it has happened that everyone pays attention to the lyrics, and not so much to the music (which is basically from a twenty-four-year-old Argentinian who knows more than Frank Sinatra) who explains the drama that the artist has decided to tell in broken verses, and neither in what the allegedly wronged person, that “filthy rat,” could say, if he says anything.

Journalism (ourselves) is pointing the finger at the Moon.

To the poor billionaire who receives the insult "that they give him blood sausages", as they say in Spain.

He has defended himself, for now, giving away the watch that his ex-wife awards him in the melody.

He left home, left her with the children, the love, or the interest, is over, but the singing voice is Shakira's, Piqué doesn't sing, they sing to him, his own mother is part of the song, the singer reproaches him to the son who has left it on the landing.

And he himself is part of the court of those who, being able to be better, is worse than, I repeat, a "filthy rat", a character denomination that a colleague of the Colombian singer, Paquita la del Barrio, put on a platter.

In Spain, and wherever these lyrics and this music of impressive circulation have reached, Shakira wins the game, Piqué has lost it.

That air of guilt that is manufactured in the movies so that it is immediately known who is going to be the bandit of the plot already has it drawn on his face as if it had been painted with songs.

Journalism has eyes for Shakira, for the multi-million dollar download of the song.

As much as the footballer now returns to the field, he already has all the nicknames put in that song that is now more famous than anything he says defending the right, oh, to fall in love with another.

It is not known, by the way, if the mother of the former Barça captain has moved house, journalists have not been good at this either.

As the much-loved José Larralde said in one of his most famous songs, the theme of the song is "a nonsense" older than the world, like revenge, except for the disagreement that supposedly occurred between José and María when she was still she hadn't explained to her husband what the misunderstanding was about.

This time the song, that is, the story, has more to do with the miserable earthly life, and not with the heavenly, so that the lyrics mix everyday life, the fact that the mother-in-law continued to live on her own landing, while he, a famous soccer player, went off with a girl twice his age, leaving behind a life of honors and luxury cars to live a life that includes modest cars and cheap watches shortly after the Barça, his team, will remove him from the lineup, from the squad and, of course, from the captaincy.

The word soccer does not appear, but the truth is that Shakira shoots at goal all the time, because, as the songs dictate, the goal in front is totally empty.

It is a drama that in romance novels would have had authors, or authors, with a pseudonym, and that in the world of songs has had the most popular Hispanic voices, who also gave a voice and hymn to the soccer World Cup that took place in South Africa when her husband, by the way, was central to the Spanish defense, winner of that championship of championships.

Shakira recounts there, and even the Pope knows this, who by the way is Argentine like Bizarrap, the rage that marked her life and her imagination when she learned that the soccer player Piqué was starting to date a girl in her early twenties and abandoned her. for her.

Shakira, in the song, says that the one that her husband stole from her, although not her inspiration, was a Twingo, while she, the abandoned one, was driving a Ferrari.

And that the other wears a Casio while she, more powerful, adorns her notion of time by wearing a Rolex.

By the way, the Casio house has welcomed the appointment, and so has the inventor of Twingo, whose representatives I have seen on television launching rockets in favor of the supposed taste of Piqué's new partner.

He appeared on an alternative television program (which is seen more than the others: it is worn by a friend of the footballer who has made it onto the list of the most influential alternatives) giving away casios to everyone present, and argued, surely as a joke, that he had reached an agreement with that watch brand to promote the brand.

If everything did not lead to one of the most impressive musical runs in history since The Beatles, everything would seem like a fairground show after which the contestants go out into the street shaking hands and laughing at the success of the pantomime.

When all these jokes and truths began to be more powerful than the music itself, the song had already sold millions of copies, Shakira had launched her message of spite with enormous efficiency, and television and other media began to pay attention to Spain in the intelligence of the Argentine who put the Colombian on the path to a rhythm that is now hummed like an international anthem in defense of abandoned women.

Paquita la del Barrio, the famous Mexican cupletista, who sings with enormous efficiency the other historical hymn of spite, Rata inmunda, gave Shakira her solidarity, and her verse.

"Filthy rat.

Creeping animal.

Scum of life

I mean badly done.

Damn vermin.

How much damage have you done to me?

Two-legged rat".

A lyric by Shakira or anyone else will never measure up to this dark centipede of underground metaphor.

Let's see how Piqué denies that forceful diatribe on television to which Casio led.

This support of the Mexican for Shakira became so famous, since she came from the most accredited of contemporary cupple singers, that the Catalan national television, TV3, brought the melody without brake to its most important broadcasts.

The circumstance arose that in that channel they were talking about the exiled former Catalan president, Carles Puigdemont, who lives in Brussels, and at the end of that political exordium, over the image of the former president, Paquita's pointed song slipped in at the precise moment in that the Mexican sang the main part of her famous lyrics, Two-legged rat, which brought to the fore the subsequent apology of a female announcer overwhelmed by the coincidence.

This last Wednesday, the Spanish newspaper El País contained on its last page statements by two women, Leila Guerriero, an Argentine writer, and Manuela Carmena, a Spanish judge, former mayor of Madrid.

Both respected progressives.

Leila evoked the disagreement forever between the Uruguayan poet Idea Vilariño and her countryman, the novelist Juan Carlos Onetti.

The two hurt each other, wounded.

And Leila said in her comment: “I am not in favor of hurting.

But, for that matter, it's better to do it discreetly, with something that lasts and hurts until the end”.

And this Carmena underlined: "It is accepted as normal that if they let you turn it green, but deep down these criticisms are against yourself: you did not love that person for a long time."

That is if it seems so to you, what would Shakespeare say, who explained so much the human nature of pain, capable of the best and the worst too, although in both cases it is singing from the overwhelming reason exhibited by the singer Shakira.