Since few days ago, I acquired the habit of jogging around the Pentagonito. I confess that the sport is not my forte, so that, after reaching approximately three hundred meter dash, I start to feel the excitement of weariness and regret for every night of bohemia in which, lost in the frenzy unleashed, and spirits consumed herbs. Finally, and completely exhausted, I pause to breathe deeply and relax in a pleasant park, which, perhaps because of excessive ornamentation, has a real duck pond, a pergola and a white wooden bridge with carved details, "has become a center for photo shoots newly married couples. Today, sweating and gasping for breath, I sat back on a bench of that park, and sedate the trees, I could see the detail that strange trance that is trying to perpetuate the Day marriage. Grooms are tense, they fear that the suits are wrinkled or abuse them, that the hairstyle or makeup to break down, you pass the time and arriving late to the party. In short, the situation is very stressful. However, at the time of the photo, must (and I repeat: must) fake happiness. So, I have seen brides smile from ear to ear, and then click the photo, to return the gesture of a woman overwhelmed, disturbed and sick with confusion. I have also seen the groom show their best size for men, and, after the flash, throwing a barrage of swear words against the court of assistants is required at the time.
Immediately, I wondered: what is more important in contemporary rites, for example, marriage: to be or look like? And I thought of other ritual: the first day of school-nest or where, in many cases, the child is crying in despair, but the mother is very soothing to do well in the photo, first communion - in which, typically, the child is worried or even frightened because you receive the body and blood of an individual who died a torturous, "Graduation" in which, at least in my university graduates or graduates are more interested in whether his suit or dress the highlight of the ceremony, " the first day of work, in which, in my experience, the novel laborer is nervous, but feels obligated to show the calm of a rock, and the day of burial, in which, usually, the bereaved and speak wonders debts of the deceased or deceased, when, sometimes, these wonders hide a life of wickedness and perversion.
Is it, then, a ritual in which it is most important to you mind? Well, I think the only contemporary rite which is privileged to be called musical concert. When you're a fan, when you enjoy the music you're listening live when one feels that the notes cross shake your body to electricity, when you're surrounded by people who share their pleasure by certain sounds, when you board your voice with the singer in a powerful combination flashing love of music when all this happens, the person is guided by the "look", but by "being." Since, when released so many emotions, it is difficult to watch the view, which always requires a preliminary deliberation. Thus, in the musical concert, the audience just gets carried away by joy, regardless of the opinions of others and even from himself, views that in many cases, require us to pretend we are not.
So, dear reader / listener, I invite you to attend music concerts. Well these may be the last rite in which matters most to be the mind. Gustavo Cerati would say, "Welcome to the rite."
July Meza Díaz
