Of course, when one morning on Antena 3 Isabel Díaz Ayuso’s new chief of staff said that Artur Mas deserved to be shot, Miguel Ángel Rodríguez did not intend to shoot the president of the Generalitat. Exactly like when Josep Valtònyc claimed to assassinate the Bourbons in the lyrics of his songs, the rapper did not plan to fire a shot at the King.
The difference is that, when the weight of the law falls, the weak are cornered more easily. Valtònyc has been exiled in Brussels for more than five years for some pathetic songs (no less regrettable than some that our children scold in our cars), written in adolescence with criminal texts overvalued by a justice that is not the same for everyone.
If there is unanimity in Waterloo, it is in the love of Valtònyc, whom everyone considers a great guy, hardworking, simple and generous. There were tears of happiness on Saturday at the farewell and heartfelt hugs on his return (especially Valtônyc’s to President Puigdemont). Everyone in Belgium considered that the bishop’s first move meant the rapper’s homecoming.
A few months ago, Valtònyc explained to me that when he now re-reads the lyrics of his songs, he doesn’t recognize himself: “If I’m not too broad-minded now, imagine when I was younger and everything was explosions and testosterone. I don’t regret the past, but it is precisely to learn and improve”. For the barbarities written and sung, the National Court sentenced him to an exorbitant three and a half years in prison and decided (as he had done all his life) to play the two of where he was.
Valtônyc was a rebel against his own life. With parents who could neither exercise nor were there and with his sister as the only family support, he wrote lyrics without talent and, as he says himself, without even knowing how to sing. These years he has not been able to attend either the burial of his mother or the birth of his nephew, but yesterday, between tears, he hugged “his friends”. He will soon return to Belgium, where he has a permanent job and a new family, but with the freedom and above all the dignity of accepting a mistake by rebelling against excess.
