Crusader.

La música es una de mis pasiones. También es una de mis principales fuentes de inspiración, me ayuda a visualizar y a ir hilvanando poco a poco lo que con el tiempo puede convertirse en una gran historia.

No me gusta cualquier música, pero no voy a entrar en detalle sobre cuáles son mis estilos preferidos, prefiero no ponerle nombre ni categorizar algo que no debe ser analizado, sino sentido. En este blog voy a centrarme en aquellas canciones que han sido importantes para mi faceta de escritora, aquellas que despiertan fuertes emociones en mí y que me transportan a lugares lejanos en el espacio o en el tiempo. Me gustan las canciones que hablan por sí solas, y para ello no hay nada (en mi humilde opinión) como ciertas guitarras eléctricas pulsadas con maestría. Pero también es indispensable el acompañamiento por unas letras con profundo significado. Para mí el verdadero artista es el músico y compositor, no el cantante, aunque en el mundo en que vivimos parezca que los roles se han intercambiado y los verdaderos artistas siguen siendo ignorados en favor de una apariencia física y una voz, en muchos casos, muy sobrevalorada.

Y como últimamente, no sé por qué, me vienen a la mente extrañas imágenes de guerreros medievales, siempre vagando por un mundo inmerso en la destrucción y la guerra, siempre pisando por el borde del precipicio, más cerca de la muerte que de la vida, qué mejor que inaugurar esta sección del blog con una canción de Chris de Burgh llamada "Crusader".

CRUSADER

"What do I do next?" said the bishop to the priest,
"I have spent my whole life waiting, preparing for the feast,
And now you say Jerusalem has fallen and is lost,
The king of heathen Saracen has seized the holy cross;"
Then the priest said "Oh my bishop, we must put them to the sword,
For God in all His mercy will find a just reward,
For the noblemen and sinners, and knights of ready hand,
Who will be the Lord's Crusader, send word through all the land,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost;"
"Tell me what to do", said the king upon his throne,
"but speak to me in whispers for we are not alone,
They tell me that Jerusalem has fallen to the hand,
Of some bedevilled eastern Heathen who has seized the Holy Land;"
Then the chamberlain said "Lord, we must call upon our foes
In Spain and France and Germany to end our bitter wars,
All Christian men must be as one and gather for the fight,
You will be their leader, begin the battle cry,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost"...
Ooh, high on a hill, in the town of Jerusalem,
There stood Saladin, the king of the Saracens,
Whoring and drinking and snoring and sinking, around him his army lay,
Secure in the knowledge that he had won the day;
A messenger came, blood on his feet and a wound in his chest,
"The Christians are coming!" he said, "I have seen their cross in the west,"
In a rage Saladin struck him down with his knife,
And he said "I know that this man lies,
They quarrel too much, the Christians could never unite!
I am invincible, I am the king,
I am invincible, and I will win..."
Closer they came, the army of Richard the Lionheart,
Marching by day and night, with soldiers from every part,
And when the Crusaders came over the mountain and they saw Jerusalem,
They fell to their knees and prayed for her release;
They started the battle at dawn, taking the city by storm,
With horsemen and bowmen and engines of war,
They broke through the city walls,
The Heathens were flying and screaming and dying,
And the Christian swords were strong,
And Saladin ran when he heard their victory song;
"We are invincible, God is the king,
We are invincible, and we will win!"
"What do I do now?" said the wise man to the fool,
"I have spent my whole life searching, to find the Golden Rule,
Though centuries have disappeared, the memory still remains,
Of those enemies together, could it be that way again?"
Then the fool said "Oh you wise men, you really make me laugh,
With your talk of vast persuasion and searching through the past,
There is only greed and evil in the men who fight today,
The song of the Crusader has long since gone away,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost...
Jerusalem."

 Ahora solo me queda esperar a que me venga la inspiración.