Candles at your corner

Yesterday, at 8 o clock, almost my entire neighborhood was in the corner of Santa Elvira with Santa Elena. Millions of flowers and candles were surrounding us. Since the first moment of that day, we were all preparing ourselves to honor and say goodbye to Luisa Aguilar. She has been killed in the night of the past friday in that exact corner. I don’t want to talk about delinquency or prisons. I don’t want to talk about justice. Specially, I refuse to talk about immigration, and how chilean racists use crimes like this as an argument to justify their violence and their xenophobic prejudices. I just want to say that it was beautiful to get all together around that corner, playing the music that she loved, decorating the street, crying and laughing about the absurd fact that Luisa won’t be here in this planet anymore. I always think a lot about death. The randomness of life takes me there. I would not try to found a sense behind the things that has been happening lately. Death has been close… it’s always close. I think that is necessary, maybe. I just wait that, wherever she is, she is calm, and that yesterday she was close enough to hear the hundreds of Cuecas that we sing in her name.