#likestone

it was time like this when yuliya thought if her parents would be proud of her. she still remembered the light on her father’s eyes when her powers have awakened --- the way he hugged her and spun holding her, both of them laughing. the pride on her mother’s voice, saying that yuliya was going to be a war hero like her. ilya was too young to understand at the time, but she knew he was also happy for her. yuliya only wanted that the same happened to him. things would have been so much more bearable if he was at the little palace with her. withing two years, yuliya lost all of her family --- both parents to a volcra, probably, as the one in front of her, and a brother. she tried so much to reach to him, to say how much she missed him. leyla was the living proof of that. she cheered with her best friend when little havva arrived --- but she envied the aksinya sister. how much she daydreamed about ilya arriving at the gates of the little palace. but with that, yuliya learned that hope is a dangerous thing. 

but that was on the past. she never saw ilya again, but yuliya knew he was alive. it was an older sister talent, as she called it. but her job with the volcra was keeping her away from thinking too much about her family, thankfully. it was excruciating how it hurt to think about them --- but, at least, yuliya found a family within the friends she made. they made that feeling more tolerable when she was with them. she sighed, looking at the corpse in front of her. the darkling said a first army captain was coming to see what she managed to discover, and while she was happy to share her thoughts, yuliya was sightly annoyed too. she knew the darkling didn’t trust her --- he was a fool if he never eard talking bad things about him --- but how an otkazat’sya could help her ?

El letras de «Like Stone» que Chris Cornell escribiera para la super banda Audioslave, en retrospectiva, se escuchan ahora a canto de despedida. El tema es el «más allá», el misterio de la muerte y una reflexión «sobre nuestro paso por la tierra», como dijo. Luego de su trágico final —por propia mano—, el dolor que le impregna a la canción se oye como si avizorara, premonitorio, su próximo final. Un canto elegiaco que bien podría servir de epitafio para el melancólico cantante. Por su parte, la guitarra de Tom Morelllo (memorable solo) suena a voz de la propia muerte que danza y se solaza de recibir en brazos a uno de los suyos. Cornell hace un balance sobre su existencia: él ha sido «bueno» y tiene la tarea cumplida. El no desea ir a ese cielo que «sangra vino», sino rodar entre las habitaciones de su hogar como un espectro, lo que para él sería el «paraíso». Seres como Chris Cornell son capaces de vislumbrar el final, saben y sienten el mandato dado en algún lugar del camino, y no se resisten. Sus actos se convierten, entonces, en despedidas. Llegado el momento van a reunirse con la oscuridad, como un lepidóptero seducido por la luz. La depresión que sufría, producto de conflictos con su padre, y la pérdida de muchos amigos, jamás lo abandonó. «Siento el dolor que llevo cuando canto», decía. Chris Cornell en la vida lo consiguió todo y daba gracias por ello. Fue uno de los principales artífices del grunge, con una voz desgarrada y bendita para interpretar este género. Creador de tres bandas fundamentales: Temple of the dog y, los super grupos, Soundgarden y Adioslave. Prodigiosos 52 años y un envidiable metro noventa de estatura, una pinta de actor de cine, con la nostalgia y melancolía impregnada en los ojos, como un Johnny Depp. Una sólida carrera musical y un hogar de ensueño formado por una buena mujer y pequeños hijos. Chris Cornell al parecer desdeñó el cielo, y escogió su hogar como su «paraíso», donde quizá permanezca, como cantaba: LIKE A STONE!!