Breathe
By Sofía Guadarrama Collado
Óscar Maydon y Fuerza Regida recently released a song of the corridos tumbados genre, titled Tu boda, which goes as follows:
I feel a cold emptiness inside, my love. When you left, you stole my heart. I went crazy thinking and thinking. I'm going to hell, but I have to get revenge. I want to stain the white dress red. I know God's altar is holy, but, my love, a hundred guests and all will have to watch our love go to the afterlife. I want us to dance together in heaven or hell, but without that whore, the one who has kept you all this time from me, the unconscious one who made you not go pa' me. Dance, an eternal dance. But I'm leaving with you, but we're leaving together.
Listening to this grotesque song was a torment for two reasons: I don't like this musical genre (if it can be called that), and I find the lyrics repugnant. There are so many beautiful and elegant ways to say goodbye to a lost love or to cry over an abandonment, as Mocedades sang for us:
Who will sing to you with that guitar? Who will play it when I'm not there? Who will give your house color and your bed warmth? Who will make love to you?
Or with the romanticism of Manzanero:
We lacked time. We ate the time. The kiss we forged. That wine we tasted. It left our hands.
Or the nostalgic poetry of Dyango.
I saw among the trees your hair playing in the wind. Suddenly a feeling takes over my mind and it's you. The sun has risen in the east. And the sea is looking at you from the south. I look at you and suddenly the horizon is as distant as you.
On the other hand, Oscar Maydon and Fuerza Regida opted for the easy, the strident and the violent, like many things that are produced nowadays: there you go, without the slightest restraint, without the minimum quality control, without love for the work they do and without respect for their audience. Maybe because the audience is less demanding and more ignorant every day. Maybe we are a generation in decline.
Why do you look down this time? You ask me to remain friends. Friends for what? Damn it!
It is this ignorance that has led us to normalize violence against women, femicides and sexual abuse.
Leave me if I'm crying. No comfort I'm looking for. I want to be alone with my pain.
Corridos tumbados, corridos bélicos and reguetón are the most violent expressions in musical genres due to their apologies for crime, drug trafficking and gender violence.
In recent days, a publication in X went viral -perhaps as a marketing strategy- stating that the Women's Institute (Inmujeres) filed a complaint before the FGR to have the song removed from digital platforms; however, this is totally false. So far, the Women's Institute has not done anything about it.
When in the nights the dew is born. And in the gardens the flower is born. So in my soul, adored child, you were born.
I am not one to demand that a song be removed from the market. I firmly believe that "cancellation" or censorship only gives more visibility to what is being banned. People are free to listen to whatever they want, even if it's crap and even if I don't like it.
What I do find regrettable is the little attention that the Women's Institute has paid to women in these 23 days of government. Its web page has not even been changed to the Women's Secretariat. It still appears as INMUJERES. Its only two publications since the government began are on the Model for Mental Health Care and Crisis Care for Migrant Women and Digital Portfolio: Promotion of Women's Human Rights in Contexts of Mobility. Everything else is from the previous government.
And if they want to know about your past, it is necessary to tell a lie. Say that you come from there, from a strange world; that you don't know how to cry; that you don't understand love and that you have never loved.
It is true that Claudia Sheinbaum presented a series of constitutional reforms that will be sent to Congress, in which she intends to guarantee equal salaries for men and women; expand the mandatory nature of gender parity throughout the Federal and State Public Administration for cabinets in entities and municipalities; strengthen protection measures for women in terms of digital violence; guarantee greater protection for women against the so-called vicariate law (violence against women exercised through a third person); That all federal entities have prosecutors for the investigation of gender-based crimes; that public security and justice institutions adjust their actions with a gender perspective; that the Constitution establishes the right of all persons to a life free of violence; that the Mexican State has reinforced duties towards women; and that federal authorities may hear protection measures derived from common crimes.
I'm already living on your lies. I know that your love is not, is not sincere.
This all sounds very nice, however, many of these initiatives are already laws. Which invites us to question whether Claudia Sheinbaum was not informed of this or simply, as they say colloquially, wants to give us atole with her finger.
Lies, lies. You made me fall in love with lies, lies. You always fed me with lies, lies.
We have the first woman president of Mexico. The one who assured us in Congress that she had not arrived alone, but that we had all arrived.
Lie to me as always, please lie to me. I need to believe you. Convince me.
Not only do we have the first woman president, but also the most powerful woman in modern history. More powerful than Gustavo Díaz Ordaz, more powerful than Carlos Salinas de Gortari and more powerful than Andrés Manuel López Obrador. She will be able to do everything that AMLO could not because of the limitations placed on him by the SCJN. Claudia Sheinbaum does not need to demolish the Supreme Court of Justice of the Nation, since next November 30, 2024 Minister Luis María Aguilar will conclude his term and Claudia Sheinbaum will be able to placidly install in his place another Lenia (not because she is a woman but because she is a Castro-Chavista) and next February 8, 2026, Minister Jorge Mario Pardo Rebolledo will leave office.
With the Supreme Court of Justice of the Nation in her pocket, Claudia Sheinbaum could shred all the leaves of the Mexican Constitution and make stuffing for gift boxes.
I give you a rose. I found it on the road. I don't know if she is naked or has only one dress.
With all the power the president has (and will have), she could -stop wasting time on trifles like demanding the Spanish crown to apologize for the Conquest- and dedicate it to social reconstruction. Imagine if he dedicated 30 minutes of his mornings to women. Just as López Obrador spread so much hatred towards Felipe Calderón in six years -Iwas happy with you, my life, you were the beginning and end of my joy- Claudia could spread respect for women among men and could reduce sexual abuses, kidnappings and femicides. The pulpit of the National Palace has the most powerful resonance in the country.
If Claudia were a feminist, she would have already launched a campaign on radio, television and digital media. If she were a feminist, one of her first instructions as president would have been to demand that police, prosecutors and judges immediately solve all cases of missing, raped and murdered women. But she is not. Not all of us arrived. Only Claudia and Andres arrived.
Lies. It was always a lie, a pious, but cruel lie. Those beautiful words that are said leave scars deep inside us.
The opinions expressed are the responsibility of the authors and are absolutely independent of the position and editorial line of the company. Opinion 51.
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