Puedo dar mil razones (que en realidad serían pretextos) a por qué estoy cumpliendo hasta el último minuto este reto. Lo importante es que a pesar de las chingadas adversidades aquí estamos.

Raro es el día que no me visto totalmente de negro y lo hago por dos razones:

La primera razón es simple: me da una flojera impresionante pensar si el pantalón combina con el zapato o con el cinturón, lo que hago es lo que muchos hacemos, tomo lo primero que hay en el cajón de la ropa. Esto causó que durante mucho tiempo yo me vistiera con combinaciones de caja fuerte. Por ahi hay fotos donde, lo juro, tengo un pantalón de pana verde olivo y una playera tie-dye psicodélica de al menos ocho colores.

Para evitar esos ridículos. Progresivamente todo se unificó y ahora raro es el día que lo primero que sale del cajón de la ropa no es negro. Con el tiempo el gusto se impuso a la funcionalidad, andar de negro me gusta. No hay situación en la que se vea “mal” andar de negro. Este año que he tendio tantos funerales ha sido particularmente útil.

La segunda razón la descubrí hace poco, en una canción maravillosa del señor Juanito Efectivo llamada “Man in Black”

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there’s a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he’s a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you’d think He’s talking straight to you and me.

Well, we’re doin’ mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin’ cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we’re reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought ‘a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin’ for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen’ that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen’ that we all were on their side.

Well, there’s things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin’ everywhere you go,
But ’til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You’ll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I’d love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything’s OK,
But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
‘Till things are brighter, I’m the Man In Black.

(La intención es que este post cuente como dos “color favorito” y “algo artístico que te defina” si sólo cuenta como uno, ni modos)