HIMNOS PARA EL SILENCIO (V)

¿DEBEMOS VOLVER A LA «NORMALIDAD»?

(c) Gallel Abogados

- La situación de alarma, ni acaba, ni acabará y, aunque pueda hacerlo jurídicamente, fácticamente, nunca debe desaparecer de nuestros hábitos. Volvamos la vista atrás para poder conocer la causa del efecto, para conocer aquello que llamábamos «normalidad», para no regresar nunca más a esa Sodoma o a aquella Gomorra. Hay que dar un paso atrás, para dar dos adelante, pues el futuro de la Humanidad está en nuestras manos, en nuestras mentes, en nuestro quehacer ético.

- ¿Cuántos días hace que no vemos jugar a los niños en la calle, en el parque o en la Escuela? 

WHERE DO THE CHILDREN PLAY?
Cat STEVENS -1970-

Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes

Or taking a ride on a cosmic train

Switch on summer from a slot machine

Yes, get what you want to if you want

Cause you can get anything

I know we've come a long way

We're changing day to day

But tell me, where do the children play?

Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass

For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas

And you make them long, and you make them tough

But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can't get off

Oh, I know we've come a long way

We're changing day to day

But tell me, where do the children play?

Well you've cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air

But…

Where do the children play?

- La «normalidad» nos ha llevado a la situación pandémica en la que hoy nos encontramos, totalmente desprotegidos, haciéndonos perder muchas, muchas cosas que amamos. La comodidad de no lavarse o de no cambiarse la ropa, llevó, en la Edad Media, a traernos la peste; el cólera a finales del s. XIX. ¿Qué ha pasado en pleno siglo XXI? ¿Qué aprendimos que hemos olvidado? ¿En qué calle nos lo enseñaron?

ON HYNDFORD STREET

Van MORRISON -1991-

Take me back, take me way, way, way back

On Hyndford Street

Where you could feel the silence at half past eleven

On long summer nights

As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg

And the voices whispered across Beechie River

In the quietness as we sank into restful slumber in the silence

And carried on dreaming, in God

And walks up Cherry Valley from North Road Bridge, railway line

On sunny summer afternoons

Picking apples from the side of the tracks

That spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue

Watching the moth catcher working the floodlights in the evenings

And meeting down by the pylons

Playing round Mrs. Kelly's lamp

Going out to Holywood on the bus

And walking from the end of the lines to the seaside

Stopping at Fusco's for ice cream

In the days before rock 'n' roll

Hyndford Street, Abetta Parade

Orangefield, St. Donard's Church

Sunday six-bells, and in between the silence there was conversation

And laughter, and music and singing, and shivers up the back of the neck

And tuning in to Luxembourg late at night

And jazz and blues records during the day

Also Debussy on the third program

Early mornings when contemplation was best

Going up the Castlereagh hills

And the cregagh glens in summer and coming back

To Hyndford Street, feeling wondrous and lit up inside

With a sense of everlasting life

And reading Mr. Jelly Roll and Big Bill Broonzy

And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow

And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac

Over and over again

And voices echoing late at night over Beechie River

And it's always being now, and it's always being now

It's always now

Can you feel the silence?

On Hyndford Street where you could feel the silence

At half past eleven on long summer nights

As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg

And the voices whispered across Beechie River

And in the quietness we sank into restful slumber in silence

And carried on dreaming in God.

On Hyndford street