Ese poema, que transcribo en inglés original, resuena en mí tambaleante, una y otra vez, con versos crueles, realistas y sin embargo empujándo a vivir.
Helo aquí:
"Anthem"
The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what has passed away
or what is yet to be.
.
Ah the wars
they will be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold and bought again
the dove is never free.
.
Ring the bells
that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in-.
.
We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood of every government
-- signs for all to see.
.
I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers
in high places say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned,
they've summoned up a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.
.
Ring the bells that still can ring ...
You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart,
every heart to love will come but
like a refugee.
.
Ring the bells
that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack,
a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
