Charly Garcia and her nine-story pedestal

This time, we will start a section that will be interspersed in order to try to make them see the light at the end of the tunnel. And with the foundational precept of preaching for the healing of those who raise people to the degree of idol, not because of their professional merits, but because of attitudes “alien to their profession”.

Here we go!!! Let's set ourselves in time and place, to give the episode a correct framework. Year 2000, province of Mendoza, hotel Aconcagua. In one of his rooms was   Charly Garcia  , who had to give a recital with   Nito Mestre  and  Mercedes Sosa   at the World Cup Stadium. The afternoon passed and the “genius” was bored, so he sent one to the terrace, in red shorts, an inflatable Silvestre cat doll and a CD tower with the head of a Siames cat. As the joke would say: “I am crazy, but not stupid”, first threw the CD tower (which was broken into a thousand pieces against the edge of the pool), then the  cat Silvestre  (who landed in the middle of the pool). Then he peeked out and asked the bath about the depth of the pool. The guy replied that three meters but that he was filling up... It didn't end, that  Charly  was already flying from the 9th floor and landing between his back and ass. He came out as if nothing (it is worth clarifying that the day before he had been prosecuted for abuse and injury and was free because he posted the bail). He just said, “It's the only sports thing I ever enjoyed in my life.” When he arrived in  Buenos Aires , he clung with journalists at the door of his house and started throwing things out the window; one of which hit a Cronica noteer.

Moral: “Just as the best player in football history is not a good coach, who for some (I do not include myself) is one of the best musicians in  Argentina , can not help but be a subnormal jerk in his daily life, far from the pedestal of  genius  that got him up to.“