Years ago, when I used to wOrk at Telefònica, it happened that sometimes you had the chance to talk to a celebrity. Here's what happenned to me: I was asked to comunicate someone to Mexico, a person to person call, I must say that his voice was pretty familiar, it was a little something like this:
me: who's speaking in Chile , Sir?
J. Guerra: Jorge Guerra
...that was followed by a big silence, because when saying his name it was obvoius who he was.
me: Pin Pon??!!
J. Guerra: hahaha, yes, it's me.
me: I can't believe it!!! I loved Pin Pon when I was a child!!!
he laughed a lot after that "love declaration", and said to me "awwww that's so beautiful Amparito", he asked me if I had children, but by then I only had a niece, so he invited me to see his show at Cerro San Cristobal to take Belèn with me.
When I knew 4 days ago Pin Pon was dead, it was because I read a headline. I was at the beach so I never knew what was going on.
I truly don't have words to express what I felt, I'm not overreacting, but I a very important part of my childhood went away with him, really.
It's just like he was always there, my dad in fact has a tape in which I sing, when I was 4 or 5 "Pin Pon es un muñeco..." and after that " tonki tonki tonki ton...asì me lavo yo..."
It is that feeling that you have when your tears are falling, and you even feel surprised 'cause you never realized how deep you were touched by him. You only realized when you know he's not here anymore, and know that you can`t stand another image of him on the news about his loss, our " Muñeco de Algodòn", the Cotton Doll, your soul is into pieces, little pieces, the same pieces you created with his songs, his inocence. Those little pieces that helped you to be, one day, that inocent child, as children always should be.
Probably Pin Pon wasn't for our tv anymore, children are not as they used to. Nowadays, only a few of them can have fun with his songs. But, the other children, those who are more than 35 today...those...were touched by him, and they have a big mark on them tthat can not be deleted, and a terrible pain that can not be taken away by the biggest crying. Our Cotton Doll, has gone. I'll never see him again dancing on uncle Valentin's piano. But he'll always be in my heart, and that beautiful memory I have, when I said "Pin Pon!! is that you??? Hello!!!!!!!! what I don't want to say is "Bye bye Pin Pon".
