PS: I'm now entering the final month of the Uni –here we end in November–, so forgive me if I don't post anything at the end of said month).
In Vain: Wayakin
One time the wind blew free and there
was nothing to break the light of the sun
In a past that is now lost forever
There was a time when land was sacred
and the ancient ones were as one with it
A time when only the children of the Great Spirit
were here. To light their fires in these places with no boundaries
When the forests were as thick as the fur of
the winter bearland and a warrior could walk
from horizon to horizon on the backs of the buffalo
And during that time when there were only simple ways,
I saw with my heart the conflicts to come,
and whether it was to be for good or bad,
what was certain was that there would be chance
Wayakin, summon strength and ward us from evil
Wayakin, a spirit with transformative powers
Wayakin, talisman of superhuman forces
Wayakin, the guardian spirit of the Nez Perce
We look to the bear, the owl and the eagle as our brothers
To teach us how to live
They talk to us, we listen
The bear tells us of our strength
The owl of our wisdom
And the eagle of our freedom
It is time for us to remember
One time the wind blew free and there
was nothing to break the light of the sun
In a past that is now lost forever
There was a time when land was sacred
and the ancient ones were as one with it
A time when only the children of the Great Spirit
were here. To light their fires in these places with no boundaries
When the forests were as thick as the fur of
the winter bearland and a warrior could walk
from horizon to horizon on the backs of the buffalo
And during that time when there were only simple ways,
I saw with my heart the conflicts to come,
and whether it was to be for good or bad,
what was certain was that there would be chance
Wayakin, summon strength and ward us from evil
Wayakin, a spirit with transformative powers
Wayakin, talisman of superhuman forces
Wayakin, the guardian spirit of the Nez Perce
We look to the bear, the owl and the eagle as our brothers
To teach us how to live
They talk to us, we listen
The bear tells us of our strength
The owl of our wisdom
And the eagle of our freedom
It is time for us to remember
I think it's kind of strange that a Norge (Norwegian) band would deal with topics related to Native Americans. Still, it's brilliant. I love this song because it speaks nothing but the truth. Us, pesky capitalist humans have lost contact with nature. There where times in which we would see the sun, but now it's covered by smog clouds and mile-high buildings. As I am writing this, at night, I hear the sounds of trucks passing by (and some crickets). Before there would be silence, nothing but the sound of those around you and nature. Now, one cannot sleep because of the noise.
Recently there was a massive downpour here in Costa Rica, in which (apparently) 25% of the roads were destroyed (not very good ones, of course. Why do they keep using asphalt instead of concrete? Oh yeah, money and corruption.) and more than 30 people died in Escazú because of a landslide.
But this wasn't the first time it happened. My professor of Spanish, Sr. D. Carlos Monge, told me that he read a document, dated back to 1891, in which a similar landslide occurred. But no one died because there were no houses on the mountain. Our grandparents, and their grandparents, were always in direct contact with nature. They knew were to build houses, where to reside. But as population grew out of control (7 billion now!!!), people started building houses anywhere, and forgot that there are places in which one can't (or at least shouldn't) live. And so, I say,
Recently there was a massive downpour here in Costa Rica, in which (apparently) 25% of the roads were destroyed (not very good ones, of course. Why do they keep using asphalt instead of concrete? Oh yeah, money and corruption.) and more than 30 people died in Escazú because of a landslide.
But this wasn't the first time it happened. My professor of Spanish, Sr. D. Carlos Monge, told me that he read a document, dated back to 1891, in which a similar landslide occurred. But no one died because there were no houses on the mountain. Our grandparents, and their grandparents, were always in direct contact with nature. They knew were to build houses, where to reside. But as population grew out of control (7 billion now!!!), people started building houses anywhere, and forgot that there are places in which one can't (or at least shouldn't) live. And so, I say,
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