The skin as the painting of everyone’s life. But also as the expression of an era. This is what explains that in this time marked by the permanent display of oneself, the tattoo has become the master and lord of the body. Be perfect and teach yourself. Braces and tattoos. This is how the modern man and woman can be summed up. The best definition of a nobody today is that of someone who does not wear irons on their teeth, as they used to be called, nor the skin painted with crayons and drawings.
Only time plays against tattoos. Also of the teeth, even if they are perfect as in the texts of amateur poets. The turning of the clock is especially cruel with the love motifs that one chooses to engrave on one’s skin. Life takes a turn, it takes you to other arms and other dreams, and there remains forever the doodle as a symbol of already failed passion. The only tattoo that survives from the cradle to the grave is the now extinct Amor de mare. Too identified with prison yards to win likes on Instagram as synonymous with a perfect life.
Johnny Depp, already rehabilitated and returning to the big screen, got a tattoo on his Winona Forever day. An understandable decision that I would have copied if Mrs. Ryder had preferred me in her place.
My victory came with his defeat. While my pectoral remains intact, Depp’s is now an apology for the drunk on the corner.
When their love ended, Jack Sparrow changed his tattoo. He cut it to leave it in Wino Forever and remove the memory of the actress. Wino is the man who is always toasty and drinks cheap wine that is packaged in brics. Tattoos, like the wearer, can have many lives. And one does not want to live chained to the memory of stories that end like the Flix fair, in a reed. Only the true love tattoo, the one that everyone sings about but only a few get, deserves to accompany someone to the end.
This is why we were moved this week by Messi, already retired in the USA as Jordi Basté says, when he explained in an interview that his renewed tattoo on his left leg, where a Barça shield stands out, wants to be the expression of love for the club that has made him what he is.
Since the feelings are made to abound in exaggeration, let’s say that this marking on the skin in 2023 the Blaugrana shield is a recognition of the fact that everything that lives and will live Messi in the sports field is and will be in front of the strength, truth and intensity of what he already experienced. Redo our life, with new idols in the field that already serve us even to play a good role in Europe according to Joanjo Pallàs -optimism!-, it’s the best time for the most serene and therefore most sincere quarantines. To know that for Messi we are the same as the sweet Barry White sang: My first, my last, my everything. Long live love!
