A young reader, imprisoned in her country of overwhelming feelings, and unable to make them transcend in the environment where she operates, asked me, with excessive respect and humility, if I could express them.
It seemed to me that I could, but that it would not be honorable on my part to do so with my signature, so I proposed that she herself disseminate it with her own.
For some reason that escapes me, that was not possible. That is why the text that follows below, and which is titled "Imagine" is the result of N.'s writing.
She is a young worker from a small city in the Argentine Republic, who lives and strives beyond the limits of selfishness, collaborating with those who need more than her and suffering the naivety and hopes of those who believe that a fairer world is possible despite a reality that is terribly adverse to her.
And then she tells it, in her own words and pulse.
"My music seemed different compared to John Lennon's, or rather, the attempts at music obtained with effort in piano classes, faced with the originals.
When practicing them, without giving in to discouragement, I wanted to corroborate the extent of the differences and searched on YouTube for the version of "Imagine" performed by its author.
I found it translated: "Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do, nothing to kill or die for and no religion too. Imagine all the people living life in peace, you may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one, I hope someday you'll join us and the world will be as one... A brotherhood of man, imagine all the people sharing all the world."
I couldn't continue with the practice, I was thoughtful, overwhelmed by a feeling of sadness that renewed the deepest part of my being in recent times, when thinking about the world today.
Aware of the threats, because of hatred, grudges, racism, the singer's dreams seem increasingly distant.
Governments committed to extremes, with rigid policies towards immigrants, forced to escape due to the conditions affecting their nations, with the countries that want to close their doors being responsible for the disasters they are fleeing from.
Leaders who ignore climate change, who do not prioritize the care of the environment, promoting, while nature burns or floods, the enrichment of a minority.
Politicians who criticize and deny the need for the struggle for women's rights, when history shows that if there had not been a movement in charge of defending them, women would still be socially relegated, destined to fulfill a limited role, subject to mandates imposed by a world dominated by the male gender.
As Simone de Beauvoir anticipated: "Never forget that it will only take a political, economic or religious crisis for women's rights to be questioned again. These rights are never taken for granted, you must remain vigilant throughout your life."
The current Argentine president, at the Davos Forum, attacked and questioned gender ideology, associating it with pedophilia, an association that can only be explained in the feeling of hatred and in the disinterest he shows towards any clamor that defends gender diversity, women's rights and the defense of the environment, all ideas, according to his absurd interpretation, created by socialism.
In his inconsistency, he intends to leave everything in the hands of the freedom of the market, without state participation, the opposite of what solvent intellectuals from all over the planet assure, who defend, like Camus, that chance has never had compassion for anyone.
I return to the score of Imagine, to the lyrics of a dreamer, who encourages, infects, mobilizes, promoting that we all express discontent in the face of the aberration of equivocal messages.
It is necessary that we do not give up and continue defending that dream, so that the world is one, that we can live in peace, without distinction of class, culture or gender, respecting and caring for nature.
It is hard to imagine, maybe someday we will join together and the world will be one, as the poet asked."