Alves always greeted

He has a good name in town, he’s not known to be abusive, and instead of wearing his usual outfit—as if he’s rocking his wife—in his casual jeans and panama jacket, even soccer balls, non-slip shoes for the hardwood, and player socks, dressed as a boyfriend, and because he wasn’t in reality, the mayor’s office where he died. they send it to the opposite neighborhood as if it went straight to Valhalla. The unpleasant man who hit his wife and said goodbye between sobs, is a pimp and quite distant. The important thing is not to know what you are doing in life.

We often present ourselves as we are not (shown), as if we are begging for one last opportunity to make up for our mistakes in our public display, we try and strive to leave a developed image of ourselves in the memory of the living. To dissolve the disagreements that value our time on earth. The man lying in the coffin didn’t do much good. “He was a bastard,” says one of the heroes.

We have to leave as we came to the other neighborhood, naked and alive. It would be a final gesture of honesty for us and for those we left behind. From the moment we are born, the question is how long we will remain in this world and how we will take advantage of our microscopic transition through existence. We are the things we do in life, the loves we confess, the transitions we have suffered, the books we read, the happiness, the pain, and many appearances (I always said hello). Acting until the last moment represents a desperate attempt to convince the congregation that we are not. Almost always in vain.

We no longer need to wear suits in the coffin. That’s what social networks are for, showing something in life. an idealized version of the character we play. More handsome, thinner, more supportive, like celebrities posing with African kids they’ll never see again. And so we came to Dani Alves. He always said hello. Fame and money do not make a person different from poor and anonymous. Its public exhibition interprets an idyllic world of soap bubbles. Alves playing guitar, Alves with Lewis Hamilton, Alves taking care of the baby, Alves staring at the sun saying “the sun is huge and there are rays for anyone who looks for it”, Alves son who plays a good role with his mother. The football player posted a cute photo on his networks with Pelé, a consensus of the highest quality, even on the day that the events that led to his now jail time supposedly took place in a Barcelona nightclub.

Appearance. Show ourselves and the world how we want to be and how we want to be remembered. But even with this type of high school makeup operation, we are a little reckless. “I don’t know how you’re used to dealing with a ‘man,’ but this is [de] here’s a very tough boar who never gives up,” writes Alves two days after the event. Is he guilty or innocent, the rapist who reassures his victim, or a very brutish troublemaker who never gives up? Justice will decide Alves’ future; he who flatters himself and is in shock. If he retained his legion of fans (dear Xavi…) or the loving son and husband whose image he exposed, in this strange world where nothing is right or wrong, I am convinced of one thing: On trial day, he will show up in his best suit.