Hola amigos!! Espero estén bien, nuevamente me disculpo con ustedes por haber dejado de publicar, el trabajo y los estudios me dejan poco tiempo para grabar y en estas fechas de lluvia y aproximación decembrina es muy difícil encontrar algo de silencio. Pero estoy agradecida por haberme podido reintegrar está semana con un tema tan importante para nosotros como seres humanos.
Primero, debo aclarar que el moretón en mi ojo es solo maquillaje y nada más, afortunadamente cuento con un excelente ambiente familiar donde la violencia no existe. Pero que no sea mi caso no quiere decir que no ocurra con alguien más y para nadie es un secreto que hay infinidad de mujeres siendo agredidas de distintas maneras e incluso dentro de sus hogares. En ocasiones no se trata solo de sus hogares sino también de sus lugares de trabajo o incluso publicamente.
Creo que el mensaje de esta canción es claro, y muestra la historia de una o muchas mujeres que sufren de violencia doméstica y por falta de libertad en sí mismas no se atreven a contarlo...
Es por esto que decidí escoger esta canción para esta semana...
En mis clases de Estética Musical hablamos mucho de filosofía y esto me ha hecho pensar mucho...
Hello friends! I hope you are well, again I apologize to you for having stopped publishing, work and studies leave me little time to record and in these dates of rain and decembrine approach it is very difficult to find some silence. But I am grateful for having been able to return this week with a topic so important for us as human beings.
First, I must clarify that the bruise on my eye is just makeup and nothing more, fortunately I have an excellent family environment where violence does not exist. But just because it is not my case does not mean that it does not happen with someone else and it is no secret that there are countless women being assaulted in different ways and even within their homes. Sometimes it is not only in their homes but also in their workplaces or even publicly.
I think the message of this song is clear, and shows the story of one or many women who suffer from domestic violence and for lack of freedom in themselves do not dare to tell it ....
This is why I decided to choose this song for this week....
In my Musical Aesthetics classes we talk a lot about philosophy and this has made me think a lot....
Esta semana queremos hablar de una palabra clave. LIBERTAD!
Qué es la libertad en realidad? Y de qué maneras puede estar ausente?
En esta letra sencillamente está ausente dentro de la víctima que no se atreve siquiera a dar un primer paso en busca de ella. Se excusa y procura tapar a su agresor que es quien le roba la libertad.
Volviendo al significado de la palabra libertad. Creo que no hay un significado absoluto pero creo que la palabra Verdad es un buen sinónimo para ella. La verdad en el conocimiento nos hace libres de la ignorancia, la verdad en nuestras vidas nos hace libres de cárceles internas con barrotes de mentiras y falta de paz.
This week we want to talk about a key word. FREEDOM!
What is freedom really? And in what ways can it be absent?
In this letter it is simply absent within the victim who does not even dare to take the first step in search of it. She excuses herself and tries to cover up for her aggressor who is the one who steals her freedom.
Returning to the meaning of the word freedom. I believe that there is no absolute meaning but I think that the word Truth is a good synonym for it. Truth in knowledge sets us free from ignorance, truth in our lives sets us free from internal prisons with bars of lies and lack of peace.
Me parece muy importante enfatizar una frase importante: "la culpa es del hombre, pero también mía"
Quiero que sepan que no tengo nada contra los hombres porque conozco a tantos hombres buenos y sanos que incluso podría decir que estoy rodeada de ellos y no culpo al género masculino por lo que hace solo 1 agresor.
Pero en el caso de la letra de esta canción la imagen del hombre representa quien genera el daño en la mujer.
Pero la siguiente frase: "Pero también mía" me parece la más importante de todas.
Lamentablemente los agresores tienden a volcar su culpa hacia la víctima y por esta falta de libertad la víctima lo acepta y encubre la agresión.
Por otro lado está la persona que sabe situación de agresión que se está viviendo y no hace nada al respecto, siendo en ocasiones la propia víctima. Pero cuando pasa de violencia a homicídio siempre está el arrepentimiento sin poder hacer nada más.
I think it is very important to emphasize an important phrase: "the fault is man's, but it is also mine".
I want you to know that I have nothing against men because I know so many good and healthy men that I could even say that I am surrounded by them and I do not blame the male gender for what only 1 aggressor does.
But in the case of the lyrics of this song the image of the man represents the one who generates the harm in the woman.
But the following phrase: "But also mine" seems to me the most important of all.
Unfortunately the aggressors tend to turn their guilt towards the victim and because of this lack of freedom the victim accepts it and covers up the aggression.
On the other hand, there is the person who knows the situation of aggression that is being experienced and does nothing about it, sometimes being the victim himself. But when it goes from violence to homicide there is always the regret without being able to do anything else.
Espero que con este maravilloso tema que eligió 
I hope that with this wonderful theme that
Nos leemos aquí en los comentarios...
See you in the comentaries...
Lyrics
He behaved badly, very badly *
You had to grab him and pull his hair out.
Hit him with three fists before going to bed.
And tomorrow: "Forgive me, I love you".
He behaved badly, very badly
He would cover the wound to go to work
And if a friend asks, she says
"I fell all the way down the stairs"
She made herself a script that she was believing
Lies that she was offering
Today all that's left for me is the regret
He told me: "Maybe I deserve all this".
Tomorrow I'll wake up and the guy will tell me: "I'm sorry".
And it went out like a burning candle goes out
It blows all at once, the flame closes and the life is over
And so he died
Like thousands die every day
Amidst this silence the fault is man's
But also mine
He behaved badly, very badly
That's what the old women in the neighborhood told him
That here you are born to obey him
And if something hurts, he keeps it to himself
He told me: "Maybe I deserve all this".
I'm sure tomorrow I'll wake up and the guy will tell me: "I'm sorry".
And it's blown out like a lit candle is blown out
It blows out all at once, the flame closes and the life is over
And so he died
Like thousands die every day
And amidst this silence the fault is man's
But also mine
I want you, I want you to come back
To shake off all this crying
To say: "Forgive me"
"For not paying attention"
I want you, I want you to come back
To shake off all this crying
To say: "Forgive me"
"For not listening"
And so she died
Like thousands die every day
And in this silence the fault is man's
But also mine.