Hold On To Morrissey - English Version

The curtain rises and there he was, the very one, opening his
concert and unleashing a colossal euphoria, what he lived in
that arena was more than a concert, it was a communication, a
connection with a Moz, and his band, that happy, sincere, kind,
gave himself completely to his beloved Chilean audience, for
me, was the first triumph of that which it costs to happen, the
emotion of being there, of singing, dancing, jumping, remembering,
in short, a mixture of sensations, feelings, that only he
who presents a concert of his favorite artist can understand. A
show full of synergy that transformed what happened in that place
into an incredible memory, I almost didn’t record, I enjoyed
and I soaked up every word, every gesture, the chords, the nuances
and details that are not captured by videos. That is how the
first concert ended, euphoric for all that happened I returned
to Santiago knowing that fortunately there was another day left.
For the next day I did not get there early enough so I had a
slightly more backward location, the wait with the same music
and videos was only different from the previous day only in
that I knew approximately the order of the videos, the anxieties
were the same, perhaps a little pressed to remember and
capture even more because today was the last, I did not expect
another concert tomorrow. Curtain up and there he was
again, now, if they opened with the song that had been opening
on the tour –a, if it is not my favorite of the Smiths - and
emotions to the surface again, Movistar Arena has a magic
that combines the cry of the pubic with effects most noticeable
of light, smoke, audio, they did that on several songs the
tears to fall, immortal, is the image of Moz singing “Jack the
ripper” under a smother of red color, an image so powerful,
and according to the song that surprises the viewer that is.
That concert for me was the stamp that culminated in forging
a passion that until then manifested itself in audiovisual form
on screen, but now after so many attempts I could say “I was
there”, after that elusive becoming I had sometimes done,
the dreams are to fulfill them and had fulfilled one of mine.
In writing these lines I can only ReLive, as they have been
every day since, those beautiful moments, I type and maintain
that in persistence there is Triumph, do not falter in
the search and always understand that not everything is within
reach of our hands, not everything we can handle, but
how we take it and more importantly, what we will do if it is.