Chile recuerda al cantautor Víctor Jara a 40 años de su asesinato en dictadura.
The love and justice songs of Chilean folk singer Victor Jara were apparently so threatening to the military leaders who staged the nation's 1973 coup that they had to murder him. After beginning his career in the theater, Jara took up songwriting as his country endured the social convulsions of the Sixties. He supported the Socialist presidential candidate Salvador Allende, who was overthrown from office by the Chilean right wing and later died under mysterious circumstances. Taken prisoner with thousands of others in a stadium that now bears his name,
Jara was tortured; after they broke his hands, guards mocked the singer, ordering him to play guitar. Defiant, he sang a political anthem that translates as "We Will Win." For his insubordination, Jara was machine-gunned to death, his body dumped on a street outside Santiago. A few months later, Bob Dylan, Pete Seeger and Phil Ochs headlined a benefit in Jara's name in New York.
Jara was tortured; after they broke his hands, guards mocked the singer, ordering him to play guitar. Defiant, he sang a political anthem that translates as "We Will Win." For his insubordination, Jara was machine-gunned to death, his body dumped on a street outside Santiago. A few months later, Bob Dylan, Pete Seeger and Phil Ochs headlined a benefit in Jara's name in New York.
Este domingo 15 de septiembre se cumplen 40 años del bestial crimen cometido en el Estadio Chile, donde el cantautor fue torturado y acribillado por los militares. Le machacaron los dedos a culatazos para que no volviera a tocar la guitarra y después jugaron a la ruleta rusa con él. Siga leyendo
Te recuerdo Amanda
Te recuerdo Amanda,
la calle mojada,
corriendo a la fábrica
donde trabajaba Manuel.
La sonrisa ancha,
la lluvia en el pelo,
no importaba nada,
ibas a encontarte con él.
Con él, con él, con él, con él.
Son cinco minutos. La vida es eterna en cinco minutos.
Suena la sirena. De vuelta al trabajo
y tú caminando lo iluminas todo,
los cinco minutos te hacen florecer.
Te recuerdo Amanda,
la calle mojada
corriendo a la fábrica
donde trabajaba Manuel.
La sonrisa ancha,
la lluvia en el pelo,
no importaba nada
ibas a encontrarte con él.
Con él, con él, con él, con él.
que partió a la sierra,
que nunca hizo daño. Que partió a la sierra,
y en cinco minutos quedó destrozado.
Suena la sirena, de vuelta al trabajo
muchos no volvieron, tampoco Manuel.
Te recuerdo Amanda,
la calle mojada,
corriendo a la fábrica
donde trabajaba Manuel.
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