On the second day of my short vacation, I knew I lost my one true referent of my childhood.
almost only heard a young girl lyrics María Elena Walsh, cassettes sounds and noises, and later to Hugo Midon. I was lucky to grow up surrounded by these messages and teachings, to make ole Flavia with Pelin and their songs, and all those fucks Nubeluz generating infants idiots. Not to mention the movie / Disney tales.
His songs were like a trip to worlds that he created with my imagination over the music and lyrics. I never thus acquainted with the art of girl. From their music and their stories could create, own and play with these realities dummy so happy I did and fill that sense of play time. It was my time playing and nobody could get me out of there. It was something to respect and take seriously, it was my child labor.
My childhood had everything to do with those moments and not only the desire but I have a duty to pass it to my children when they have them, give them the possibility that today's increasingly distant and at first was given by Maria Elena Walsh, the ideologue of a fantasy world inviting me to be an active participant of construction where things in the world of reverse logic acquired much later, but she gave me the opportunity to start to know them from an early age, and of course I am very short and this post tribute is very mediocre, but I just got back from vacation and I'm still at a much intermediate between the sea and the city ...
In my memory, always alive, Maria Elena Walsh.
