I am going to take the death of Diego Maradona as I have been taking everything for several years: as proof that everything is over, that nostalgia does not produce reality and that the Argentina that existed will never understand anyone but us.
The divine of Maradona is also in the language. There is no person who does not know what "The hand of God" means, who does not know who we mean when we speak of The Ten. Diego transcends when he becomes a metaphor and is able to unite poetry with people.
Yes, Maradona committed crimes, several also aggravated by gender. When we mourn - and a lot - his death, we do not celebrate his fault or justify it. We regret - and very much - the loss of an impossible us, made of a thousand contradictions, who incarnated in his mutant body.
The closest we are and will ever be to feeling that terrible phrase in the flesh. Today yes, God has died. We are alone.