Delicate e forti

Apro questa pagina nel tentativo di scrivere, ma di farlo sul serio, senza farmi condizionare dalle notizie, dall’attualità inutile che troppo spesso – ho notato con disgusto – guadagna spazio da queste parti. Idiota che non sono altro, diventato vittima dell’agenda setting. Istituzionale per giunta.
Allora mi metto qui con Pete Seeger a far piangere le casse, convinto di venirne fuori con un bello sfogo o con un resoconto della mia di attualità, che può anche essere il descrivere la deformazione delle mie palle di fronte a questa pioggia ininterrotta. Ammesso che a qualcuno possa importarne.
Poi, anzi adesso, è partita Victor Jara. Così decido di smettere. E di prendere la chitarra di fianco al comodino.

Victor Jara
words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie

Victor Jara of Chile
Lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile
With his songs and his guitar
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

Victor Jara was a peasant
He worked from a few years old
He sat upon his father's plow
And watched the earth unfold
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

Now when the neighbors had a wedding
Or one of their children died
His mother sang all night for them
With Victor by her side
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

He grew up to be a fighter
Against the people's wrongs
He listened to their grief and joy
And turned them into songs
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

He sang about the copper miners
And those who worked the land
He sang about the factory workers
And they knew he was their man
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

He campaigned for Allende
Working night and day
He sang "Take hold of your brothers hand
You know the future begins today"
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

Then the generals seized Chile
They arrested Victor then
They caged him in a stadium
With five-thousand frightened men
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

Victor stood in the stadium
His voice was brave and strong
And he sang for his fellow prisoners
Till the guards cut short his song
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

They broke the bones in both his hands
They beat him on the head
They tore him with electric shocks
And then they shot him dead
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong