Canciones que me llegan, IV

Nuestra baja autoestima, aunada a nuestro complejo de Guacanarix, nos llevan en ocasiones a creernos lo peor. La violencia de género no escapa a eso.

Asumimos que por pobres, la violencia de género es algo innato en nuestra sociedad, pero, sin que sirva de consuelo, nono es exclusivo. El hombre en todas las latitudes ha querido compensar su falt de inteligencia ante la mujer por medio de la violencia.

Esta canción es un reflejo de esto. Estupenda letra, dolorosamente simple, cantada a capella... Tracy Chapman, sin desperdicios:

Behind the Wall

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police
Always come late
If they come at all

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police
Always come late
If they come at all

And when they arrive
They say they can't interfear
With domestic affairs
Between a man and his wife
And as they walk out the door
The tears well up in her eyes

Last night I heard the screaming
Then a silence that chilled my soul
Prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw the ambulance in the road

And the policeman said
"I'm here to keep the peace.
Will the crowd disperse?
I think we all could use some sleep."

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police
Always come late
If they come at all