Monday, 23 February 2009

Nueva Cancion



Soy Pan, Soy Paz, Soy Más
Composición: Piero José

Yo so-o-oy, yo so-o-oy, yo so-o-oy
soy agua, playa, cielo, casa, planta,
soy mar, Atlántico, viento y América,
soy un montón de cosas santas
mezcladas con cosas humanas
como te explico . . . cosas mundanas.

Fui niño, cuna , teta, techo, manta,
más miedo, cuco, grito, llanto, raza,
después mezclaron las palabras
o se escapaban las miradas
algo pasó . . . no entendí nada.

Vamos, decime, contame
todo lo que a vos te está pasando ahora,
porque sino cuando está el alma sóla llora
hay que sacarlo todo afuera, como la primavera
nadie quiere que adentro algo se muera
hablar mirándose a los ojos
sacar lo que se puede afuera
para que adentro nazcan cosas nuevas.

Soy, pan, soy paz, sos más, soy el que está por acá
no quiero más de lo que me puedas dar, uuuuuuh
hoy se te da, hoy se te quita,
igual que con la margarita . . . igual al mar,
igual la vida, la vida, la vida, la vida . . .

Vamos, decime, contame
todo lo que a vos te está pasando ahora,
porque sino cuando está el alma sóla llora
hay que sacarlo todo afuera, como la primavera
nadie quiere que adentro algo se muera
hablar mirándose a los ojos
sacar lo que se puede afuera
para que adentro nazcan cosas nuevas. (BIS)

cosas nuevas, nuevas, nuevas . . . nuevas

A mountain of a woman, Mercedes Sosa has a voice from the bowels of the earth. I came across her music when travelling through South America for a year. Argentina was probably my favourite country, and despite the fact that it was soon after the Falklands conflict, I was made to feel very welcome.
The first time I crossed over the border, between Chile and Argentina, a whole day journey by boat, foot, landrover, crossing rivers and mountains, I was anxious because I did not have the visa neccessary. To get the visa would have entailed a 2 day trip to Santiago, Chile's capital. No problem, I was waved through. On the other side, a truck driver with a gourd of maté (a bitter herbal tea) and a silver straw to suck it through, gave us a lift to a tiny town in Patagonia. From there I visited Cueva de las manos, a pre-historic cave in the middle of nowhere, with some of the earliest cave paintings, a series of ghostly almost sprayed-on hand prints in ochre. Bruce Chatwin writes about this place in his book 'In Patagonia'.


The second time I crossed the border into Argentina was less successful. This time it was from the poor North, the location where originated the majority of the mortalities in the war, 18 year olds most of them, forced there by the junta. This time I had the right papers, but the border police would not let me in. No reason. Except perhaps the poster on the wall saying 'Las malvinas son nuestras'. I turned back, another 2 day journey hitching in trucks, and entered at another border point.

8 comments:

  1. Poor folk always die in wars, especially young conscripts. Maybe the oil field in the region of the Falklands was the real reason that "Las Malvinas" were
    "nuestras", and for the Thatcher govt's reaction to it...
    I'd like to visit the Welsh communities in Patagonia; aparently they speak Welsh with a Spanish accent. I'll definitely put the places you went to, ML, on the list of stop-offs on my future trip around the world. Did you meet any there, ML?

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  2. She can really sing but not my type of music I'm afraid. I'm more interested in your travel tales.... And that whole period of armed conflict in Las Malvinas was horrible, I remember getting into so many arguments with dickheads about British imperialism.... not that I supported either side since I was against militarism but so many people just seemed to take this "my country right or wrong" attitude (except of course they wrongly believed their "country" was right - but whose country was it anyway? Not mine for sure!).

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  3. She can really sing but not my type of music I'm afraid. I'm more interested in your travel tales.... And that whole period of armed conflict in Las Malvinas was horrible, I remember getting into so many arguments with dickheads about British imperialism.... not that I supported either side since I was against militarism but so many people just seemed to take this "my country right or wrong" attitude (except of course they wrongly believed their "country" was right - but whose country was it anyway? Not mine for sure!).

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  4. Thanks guys.
    I lost 3 followers with that post. I was wondering if it was boring!

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  5. Mr Trippy, I sometimes wonder if the whole concept of national sovereignty is somewhat perverse! How can anyone "own" a country? I believe we, as the dominent land animal on this planet, are stewards and guardians of the land; but we can't treat it as our property, as if it were our house or car. This was how Western powers took over indigenous lands during the rose of the Empires, because the natives didn't understand the concept of territory or land-possession. See Chief Seattle's letter: "How can you buy or sell the sky?"

    ML, it was not boring at all. Don't worry, it could well be that even people who are no longer officially following your blog still read it ;-) The "Followers" list on our profile page can look a bit obtrusive and confusing.

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  6. i have a close friend who is really interested in this style of music, and he has put up a page of recordings, information and links to more here:

    http://setiweb.ssl.berkeley.edu/~davea/nueva_cancion.php

    enjoy!

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  7. Thanks Lynn,
    What a great page!
    The story of Victor Jara really touched me deeply when I was a child to the point that I made sure that I was in Chile when Pinochet was kicked out finally.
    Have checked your site and the work you do is beautiful.
    Ms MLx

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  8. Keep on singing and expressing!!

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