On Wednesday night, with the sweet freshness of the spring equinox, a Colombian wolf came to the stage in Mexico City. A wolf that made it clear that it is not for rookies. A wolf that was reunited with its herd, ready to defend it. The wolf that as in an ancestral ritual launched a strong howl, dense, expanded at the end of a stadium that obeyed it as the boss of the mandate. Shakira appropriated that scenario as only she knows how to do it, marking the passage with the indomitable vertigo of her hips to make it clear that she does not suffer from loves, which has licked the wounds, not, that for her life has not been a path of roses, which has fallen and has risen a thousand times, that she has put to work and also invoice. Because she is a wolf that dances and sings to heal.
That expanded howl in the midst of this chaotic city gave a recital of more than two hours that made more than 60,000 souls delivered to Barranquilla, in a catharsis against spite and with a waste of female power. It was the first presentation in Mexico City of his tour Women no longer crytitle that makes a wink to the three turbulent previous years, which have made her the protagonist of her own soap opera, with love betrayals, spite, judgments and even debts in the Treasury in between. This waning room night, the wolf did not want to keep anything, because the grudges must be taken out, remove them, if you can forget them or better, recycle them to bill with them, because women no longer cry, women invoice.
This city of earthquakes, where another brave cat of tiger’s skin lived like her, suffered on Wednesday night a strong telluric movement. The Shakira that displays the taste of the tropical rhythms of the Colombian Caribbean, who mixes the magic of a Sherezade of oriental music with the eclectic rock of the young girl who dreamed of eating the world, was planted here to remember that she was reinvented and thus willing to enchant, engute, delight and tame. And he achieved it so well that the discontent for the long wait to see her move her hips was dissipated to the seconds of starting her wolf rite. Just a few minutes before it appeared with whirlwind of lights on stage, the whistles marked the wait in the GNP Seguros stadium. More than an hour of waiting and the woman who sings to heartbreak and betrayal did not appear, so that her thousands of followers killed the time doing the wave from end to end in the stadium and whistled, especially whistled. The purple wigs, the singer’s symbol, protruding in a human sea that claimed her idol, the artist who has broken the borders of music and has imposed himself as the most successful Latin of popular culture.
You have to be Shakira to achieve forgiveness of a desperate dough. The wolf softened their hearts with a wink that disarms: he greeted, he said, to the city that has given him so many joys. That is why he will do seven concerts here, with the promise to “give everything I have.” A reunion, he said, of a wolf with his Mexican pack. Because Shakira is grateful to Mexico, this country where she consolidated her career when she was the young hair roquera of colored, barefoot and white dreams. “I am indebted to you. When I needed strength you gave it to me. They wrapped me when I felt heartbreak.” An Apapacho, he said, that he was willing to reward singing the great songs that have marked his career, Mariachi included, because we are in Mexico, Chingao, and she is no longer a gross, blind, clumsy, fret, but it does stubbornly.
Tonight of a reddish moon that was projected on the stage was designed to share something that Mexicans carry in the blood: to sing openly to forget past penalties. If I don’t look for you, it’s because I also have my pride, but I miss you, I showed the Barranquilla. Who strangers Shakira? The woman who has dedicated songs to her loves, the one who cried with emotion hearing a bandoneon or the one who was in danger of staying in Santa Marta and never returning to Barcelona, this time she seemed to sing the last penalties, and then turned her stage into a huge dance room, amazing lights, images in artificial intelligence that represented her in this metamorphosis that she has been for three years, since she was clearly marriage He made his secrets of confession. “I can’t be better today,” he said. “These three years have not been a path of roses. From the fall nobody is saved, but women, every time we fall, we get up stronger. And we get to work and bill.”
Bill. The spite leaves good revenues and apparently in the total sale of tickets to their concerts in Mexico it is clear that Shakira no longer cries. Shakira invoices to the rhythm of his hips, but also of a waste of female power that has managed to commercialize, to the point of turning all the dogmas that have sunk women by centuries, the religious first. What the woman arose from the man’s rib? But how nonsense. “The first man was born from the woman’s hips,” he left well marked in a simple and true logic. And what diantres means those commandments that have always forced us to blame and limited us. You have to change them. Well, the Colombian did. He imposed his own doctrine under the diminishing moon, one where the woman has the right to be free and have fun, with her own mandates. One of them quite obvious: a wolf will not covet others. CLEARLY! Because a wolf does not attack, he defends himself.
In a macho country that murders eleven of its women every day, Shakira’s message seemed to penetrate deeply. They sang with deep feeling, a deep song that came to say that here, in these two hours, they felt free and safe. “I see her very free, willing to live the moment,” said Barbara, who traveled from Sonora with her mother, Dora. A long trip not to miss this cathartic moment. “Look that even the moon became beautiful. We had to move heaven and earth to be here. I like to see her dance, I like to see her have fun,” said the woman who paid 20,000 pesos to be under the spell of the wolf. Because it was revealing to see that in the stadium they sent them, the gentlemen, the companions, a little more silent. It was the night of the wolves, so a huge animal of that species came out at the end of the concert, seizing the stage, to howl with the pack. Because on this night of the waning moon was danced and sung to heal the wounds. The pack responded to the howl of his boss.