An imagined dialogue inspired by The Return of Martín Fierro. A creation by Festival Argentino USA. [Narrator] Fierro, when you heard the Moreno sing, how did you feel facing the brother of the man you had killed? [Martín Fierro] I felt the past returning, carrying a guitar this time. I could answer his questions. Answering for what I had done was harder. [The Moreno] I brought questions that no singing contest could hold. My brother had a life, people who loved him, and a name. For you, it was a fight. For us, it was an absence that kept hurting. [Short guitar interlude] [Martín Fierro] Neither my hardships nor the wrongs I suffered gave me the right to look down on him. The words that hurt you both were mine. So was the hand that took his life. [The Moreno] Then listen to my song without treating my color as a fault. I have memories, I have knowledge, and I have the right to be heard. [Martín Fierro] I am listening. I cannot undo that night. But I can stop hiding my guilt behind my own suffering. [The Moreno, slowly] Listening is a beginning, Fierro. Forgiveness cannot be demanded, and memory does not disappear when a song ends. [Outro — solo Argentine guitar]
