The moving story of Fito Páez in a tribute to Fabiana Cantilo

The singer and reference of national rock was distinguished as an outstanding personality of the culture of the city this Tuesday in the Buenos Aires Legislature. After the act, she gave a concert in which he sang tango songs and then rock songs. In it Golden Hallwas surprised by Fito Paezwho gave an exciting speech about his relationship with Cantilo, whom he defined as the “golden girl”.

Cantilo received the outstanding personality diploma and gave it to his mother, also an artist Silvina Luro. Among the audience were figures of culture, such as Fernando Noy, Eugenio Cutica, Julia Zenko and Hilda Lizarazu.

In the act, Cantilo also recalled his bond with Charlie Garcia, before interpreting the song Superheroes, of the national rock idol. “This beautiful song is from the man who told me ‘you, come here’, and that was like telling me ‘get into rock’,” she recalled.

About the end of the act, Fito Paez He appeared to the surprise of the public and gave an extensive speech in which he spoke of his relationship with Cantilo, with whom he was a couple from 1984 to 1990, with whom he has maintained a deep friendship ever since. “Her voice is velvet, she embarrassed generations, she knew how to be the bravest girl in the place and she still is,” she said.

Fabi is atmosphericplaces are transformed by their mere presence”, he pointed out, recalling: “The Fabi who got me out of bed on those endless afternoons of pain, climbed me into a red Fiat and took me to rehearse La la la in the little room on the La Mar in Caballito”. “May God continue to bless you, because much of the good that exists in this world exists thanks to you,” he remarked at the end.

Fito Páez’s exciting speech about Fabiana Cantilo

Fabiana Cantilo is one of the great composers of Argentine music. Her velvet voice bewitched generations and she knew how to be the bravest girl in the place, she still is, I can attest to that. Woman of arms to take up, this would not be an unnecessary metaphorical resource, not even a poetic license.

Fabiana is a free woman, here a political turning point, in this attempt at an impossible portrait of our diva in question.

When you say “free”, people rub elbows, let out their nervous laughter and have an irresistible desire to find the trick. Because that, for common sense, is an entelechy or a utopia. Miss Cantilo has fought for that space, flowers have sprouted in that fight.

What are these people for, a political rosquero will ask, or someone who is capable of dying in the attempt to demonstrate the parasitism of these poetic beings while they earn their money unworthily in a media outlet? These subjects attempt to tell the false welfare of order and are not useful to the productive machine of idiots. They serve a single goal for the common good, to make the world a place worth living in.

Fabiana Cantilo belongs to the tribe of people who are born, desire and die, but apart from that she makes her gang sing and dance. She is a modern, necessary, fundamental shaman, because she always reminds us of the most important thing, which is to accompany each other with love and humility in the short process of life. The size of her spirit is the size of her generosity.

Owner of infinity of virtues, she has, among so many qualities, the possibility of chatting about infinite topics at the same time without getting lost along the way. You need attentive interlocutors who can keep up with you. Task for few.

For those not gifted in this matter, Fabiana Cantilo, I don’t remember how many surnames, offers us a single and exclusive shortcut: learning this technique in an exclusive way, invites us to be attentive to her intricate and no less effective imaginary moviola. In this extremely complex device, stories of the most diverse genres are intertwined, with the characteristic that the unsuspecting interlocutor would not be in any case in the domain of future possibilities of the probable scope of stories heard.

Fabi would then say: “Once you clean the tartar off your teeth, we should teleport today at five in the afternoon to Capilla del Monte, because the sun goes down at 5 and the moon has no water, the UFOs don’t come down with the rain So, if C is the first note of the scale, and 5 is May on the calendar, that is, May, which is month five, plus two, which is one on the scale, is six. Plus five, because I am sun in 5, is eleven, minus three, which is father, son and holy spirit, is eight. The 8, lying down, is the Moebius strip, that is, we are infinity. Everything fits, do you understand?

Irrefutable argument: no one can ever get bored next to this Argentine deity. Her laugh resounds in all the spaces of the world, so sonorous, unmistakable, radiating joy and communion.

Fabiana de Troya, conqueror of hearts, erratic and precise composer, who one night making us wait with our teeth trembling with fear in a band, because for three days and nights she had not appeared anywhere, made us all tremble with emotion, a few minutes into the concert, bursting onto the stage, dancing throughout the space, creating a climate of pure poetry that changed the atmosphere of the entire theater.

Fabi is atmospheric, places are transformed by her mere presence. The Fabi who got me out of bed on those endless afternoons of pain, climbed me into a red Fiat and took me to rehearse La la la in the little room on La Mar in Caballito.

Fabi, the lucid one, “that guy is a mask”, and he was.

Fabi, the heroine of her own legend, making her way through thugs, adored as an untouchable princess, revered by the toughest men and women of the place, which could be Harlem or Bar Beirut on Canning Street in the 90s, or a recording studio, or in our own house in Estomba and La Pampa.

She always has an argument, you never want to have her against it, it’s a losing battle, the best thing with Fabi is always to give up your weapons in the first minute. She will know very well what to do with all that.

Fabi, adored daughter of her father, Mono Cantilo, a warm person, a great sculptor. Fabi, when a person speaks to you and you don’t understand, don’t worry, that person doesn’t know how to explain, she said. So was the Monkey.

Fabi, the daughter of Silvina, the quintessential modern Argentine woman. She used the first miniskirts long before the 1960s. Part of Fabiana’s self-confidence comes from Silvina Luro, poetess of stem, Fabi, sculptor, dancer, singer, composer, Totó’s granddaughter, ineffable woman, Fabi, Vasquito’s niece with whom he learned his first zambas in a Buenos Aires field.

The Fabi artist who summons us today, prodigal daughter of the City of Buenos Aires, with a noble spirit, a legendary woman before she was born, the one with a hundred surnames, the one who dictated so many songs to me in silence, the one who connects with every living particle, cosmic fairy, sister of all my lives, Cleopatra from Buenos Aires, sexy girl, the one who retraced her addictions with her head held high, the girlfriend of the three boyfriends, a devotee of Cuchi Leguizamón, the one who knows all the songs of The Beatles, the one who She doesn’t care who it is in front of her, asking for food dressed as a Viking filming a clip in a restaurant.

Fabi, the one who asked with absolute vehemence whose garter belt is, knowing the definitive answer even before asking the question.

The only person with whom Charly García deigned to improvise and with whom to leave unforgettable melodies in our hearts on the first take, every time they got together in the historic apartment of Coronel Díaz.

Magical Fabi, so many Fabis, so many lives, so many songs, so many loves and splendid, full of love, artist by nature, lover, girlfriend, mother, daughter and endearing companion, may God continue to bless you, because much of the good that exists in this The world exists thanks to you.

Of course, I’m sick of this already, it exhausted me, I don’t know why I was summoned to this strange place, nor on whose behalf. However, I want one question to remain in your ears once my pseudo-academic formulations in this space of Argentine high politics are finished. A simple question and I await a public answer: why did you call me, Fabiana?

Fabi gold.

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