A contraluz

Hace algunas semanas Akin posteó en su blog un cuento popular indio titulado La Loba. En uno de los ambientes que frecuento el gusto por las narraciones y leyendas populares de cualquier tipo está muy extendido y ese es uno de mis favoritos.
Como se indicaba en la entrada de Akin, está incluido dentro del libro Mujeres que Corren con los Lobos, de Clarissa Pinkola Estés, un ensayo revolucionario sobre la mujer que, tal como indica Xrisí Athina Tefarikis en su crítica literaria de este libro, desautoriza

al prototipo de la mujer moderna, sofisticada, que compite mano a mano con el hombre en la política, en el mundo empresarial, en la ciencia y en la tecnología.

Controvertido y, por supuesto, discutible; pero para el caso lo que me interesa del libro es el espíritu. El mismo que encuentro en la siguiente canción de Sonata Arctica, una canción que hace que me eleve, que me entren ganas de echar a correr... con lobos XD. Tal vez sea porque siempre me ha gustado este animal, o tal vez simplemente por las connotaciones. La canción júzguenla ustedes mismos, a ser posible, escuchándola.

The Cage, by Tony Kakko.

A lifetime ago, with frozen eyes they closed the door
Suddenly I realised what locks are for
No trusting them anymore, Lights - are - out

Empty the stare, innocent and unaware,
Dragged out from my home, my lair
Earmarked, hurt me, burned me

The walls around me, eyes surround me, feed my fear again
I must be freed or I will die before the harvest moon, my friend
I do not have another year in me, you?ve gotta set me free..

The Dream is alive, I can run up the hills every night,
Go around and see another side of the tree
Freedom has a meaning for me, howl with me

Fear in the dark, I advice you
can?t see the eyes, the glow behind you
… it?s my song they now sing to you
You stand no chance…

They?ll kill for me, steal back my freedom, set me free,
It?s my minions versus thee
Fiery the vengeance, hate will drain me

The walls around me, eyes surround me, feed my fear again
I must be freed or I will die before the harvest moon, my friend
I do not have another year in me, you?ve gotta set me free..

The Dream is alive, I can run up the hills every night,
Go around and see another side of the tree
All I want is to be untamed and free, howl and (dream)

The dream is alive, with the moon on the hills every night,
Run around and see another side of the dream
Freedom has a meaning for me, you can?t tame me…

You will remember the day you crossed my path
Leave me without a guard and you feel my wrath
What you have done to me has made me bitter and cruel
I?ll see that all the hate you spread returns to you, you, back to you…

The walls around me, eyes surround me, feed my fear again
I must be freed or I will die before the harvest moon, my friend
I do not have another year in me, you?ve gotta set me free..

Chorus x4