“I sing today among other people because I believe in it or perhaps out of decency
that participation is certainly freedom but it is also resistance”“Today I sing in the midst of other people - ourselves - because I believe it or perhaps because of decency
that certain participation that is freedom and also resistance”
When she woke up from her hospital night, she saw all the butterflies jumping out of the hood. Everything had exploded.
The car was in the junkyard. She had been saved by a miracle.
The butterflies were changing color. She only remembers that she was suddenly walking in a cloud holding a man's hand.
The man had only slept two hours, perhaps thinking about her danger, about the
distance, in the shadow of death.
Why had that accident happened? That was what was really important.
Who turned the steering wheel sharply at the last moment? She was only the co-pilot.
The car crashed into that garage.
She had resisted and was living by a miracle. Nothing more was heard of the other man.
She could barely move on the hospital bed, and the tubes chased her like snakes
everywhere.
There was no one on the other end of the phone, but she was finally able to locate her family and a
great friend. Do you remember that song by Mercedes Sosa “Like the Cicada”? Who gave that
swerve? Who was he? Who were they?
“I give thanks to misfortune, and to the hand with a dagger because it killed me so badly, that I kept
singing”, says the song.
It was hard for her to get up and leave the hospital in tears, but the next day she bathed in the sea
and managed to get closer to herself once again.
This time, they would not silence her. Monday was November 25th and like that song from the movie Ancora
domani, “A bocca chiusa”, by Daniel Silvestri, they all told her that she was not alone. Were
they the butterflies and that man by the hand - finally - a good man?
