By Bernardo Reyes, Wednesday 24 dieciembre 2010.
David, Pablo, Diego, and Emilia Paz Reyes. Christmas 2010.
Sometime tearing ballad voice coincides with the first guitar, which opens and connects with subtlety and ferocity to a deep pain, a black pit where death and its terrible vortex seem to devour any possibility of survival.
The gentle wave of defeat, also understood as a triumph: resignation sublimated into an arpeggio as elemental as dramatic.
Hetfiel James, guitarist, listens to her grandmother's deathbed who is barely stammer "nothing else matters " (nothing else matters). And then silence, the air that does not penetrate or despenetra his body, the death of tenderness, evidence of fire reverse domain of life.
Thus was born the song, eponymous to babble that seems to dissolve at odds with reality. Untranslated
the lyrics, the musical language is eloquent enough to connect with that which transcends into existence. In short, tenderness, fury.
And were my sons, David and Paul, who have great appreciation for music heavy metal of Metallica, who years ago I said this melody, only now I noticed how deep that had seeped into me.
James, the fallen angel, the unrepentant alcoholic, spits out his anger at those shadows that tear off his link with tenderness.
this ballad is a case on the occasion of this fucking date, in which sellers Ladino charity brazenly filled their pockets, using as weapons, discursillos pathetic, Studs, and masses of people buying much idiotic fantasy plastic crosses their on the road.
was already quite upset stomach with so much love vinegar, and purpose of the Telethon issue that anyone could be against, though.
But nobody, absolutely nobody, would be enough said about 1% of the profits of large economic groups to resolve the issue of the Telethon permanently, along with the entire Chilean health. All this supposed
tenderness, full of elbows and appearing on television screen, all this whoring, they merely make it discovered that what really matters is winning image bonds to sell to the highest bidder, fished to a morbidity superlative levels huge.
The real tenderness and charity cousin, however, come from an area winged and taciturn. Cling fairies and mermaids she prostituted by the pedophilia of a corrupt system, smothered by the lust of those who want to pay for the sex that does not allow its hybridism esoteric post, or understand, except with the full innocence, and a surprise hit.
And cling to it too rough, which in other incarnations were addicted to scare goblins dreams of tyrants and salamanders eroticized burning with the enjoyment of the castles of infamy.
James, the fiery, invokes his grandmother. And perhaps if this farewell is founding a channel connection to the beyond, to try to rage through the tender will be returned to the life you stole.
Nothing else matters, says the voice. And indeed the end, which is also a beginning, freeing a bird that flies into the sunset shadows of the night, so from there to wait for dawn. Gods
some hell they took the liberty to leave a ubiquitous Christian resignation, a mediocre plaster nonsense, hypocrisy mystical soul of Botox to prevent emotional gesturing.
And the powerless, the marginalized, the forgotten, the disabled by pain and misery, they are blackmailed to accept the resignation of religion, any attempt to numb the soul rebel, and vomit, and spit, and kick , and shit on the damn altar of false mystics teeming and become strong professionals autoeroticism priests and child abuse, and nuns accomplices bastards in the name of God husband, who claim to have and which fill the void in their empty hearts and empty piggy crimson.
Jesus, the man who became a Christ, as the Orientalists stadium is even higher than that of Buddha, born on a night like tonight.
And then summon myth and history to mystery, to fill the silence voices of the unexplained.
A manger welcomes the newborn and his mother in childbirth.
Someone will have cut an umbilical cord, someone will have witnessed a first breath.
A father watching the newborn have understood the ritual of life, as an act of rescue from death.
Nothing else matters.
Nothing else matters.
Nothing more,
matter.
