“Si la Visa universal se extiende el día en que nacemos y
caduca en la muerte, porque te persiguen mojado si el cónsul de los cielos ya
te dio permiso.”
Ricardo
Arjona is one of the most talented singers from Latin America. I discovered him
years ago when someone dedicated a song from him to me. I fell in love almost
immediately of the lyrics of every one of his songs. They always tell a story
full of truths and I always think “He has just the right words”.
Now, I’m
aware of the fact that not everybody likes Arjona. Nevertheless, I wanted to
reflect a little bit about his last song “Mojado”.
When I
heard it for the first time I got caught by the tune, the music. Later on I started
paying attention to the lyrics. Mojados are those who try to cross illegally
the borders in order to get to the other country. They are in search for new
opportunities and a better life.
The song
describes pretty well what these people have to go through when they are trying
to cross to the other side. But, what I focused my attention on when I heard
the song was that particular phrase that I wrote above.
Somehow I
think that what the lyric is trying is point at is to the lack of freedom. We
need this Visa to live whenever we want freely. And thinking about it, we depend
upon a paper. We depend upon PAPERS! We live for them and die for them. We need
a paper to buy food; we are born and exist only if there is a paper that
corroborates it. Our own identity is written on paper.
We human
beings have developed a system that makes life (every aspect of it) possible
only because of a paper!
Maybe I’m
being too extreme but I feel that our life is meaningless without these
documents.



