Acum cîteva zile am ascultat întâmplător această melodie şi mi s-a părut tristă:

Piesa este interpretată de Mana şi, chiar dacă nu se regăseşte între gusturile mele muzicale, are o poveste frumoasă, inspirată, se pare, de un fapt real.

Înainte de a pleca, pe o barcă în larg, el îi promite că o să se întoarcă, ea că îl va aştepta... zile, luni, ani, o găsesc aşezată pe acelaşi chei unde s-au despărţit, cu aceeaşi rochie, pentru ca nu cumva el să nu o recunoscă, atunci cand va veni. În van. Oamenii o chemau La Loca, Nebuna din San Blas, oraşul port din Mexic cu întâmplarea. În acelaşi loc au fost făcute şi filmarile pentru videoclip. Mana - En el Muelle de San Blas.

Pentru cei care nu vorbesc spaniola, am luat de pe google versurile traduse în engleză:

On the Wharf of San Blas

Alone, alone in oblivion
Alone, alone with her spirit
Alone, alone with her love, the sea
Alone on the wharf of San Blas

She bid her love farewell
He departed in a ship in the wharf of San Blas.
He swore that he would return,
And, soaked in tears, she swore that she would wait.
Thousands of moons passed away
And she was always on the dock, waiting
Many afternoons nested themselves,
They nested themselves in her hair and in her lips.

She always wore the same dress
So that should he return, he would not mistake her
The crabs bit at her clothing, her misery, and her illusion
Time then slipped away
And her eyes filled with sunrises.
With the sea she became enamored
And then her body took root on the wharf

Alone, alone in oblivion
Alone, alone with her spirit
Alone, alone with her love, the sea
Alone on the wharf of San Blas

Her hair bleached white,
But no ship came that returned her love
And in the village they called her,
They called her the Madwoman of the Wharf of San Blas
And one afternoon in April
They attempted to take her to the asylum
But no one could tear her away
And from the sea nevermore did they separate her

Alone, alone in oblivion
Alone, alone with her spirit
Alone, alone with her love, the sea
Alone on the wharf of San Blas

She stayed, she stayed, alone, alone
She stayed, she stayed with the sea and the sun
She stayed, she stayed until the end
She stayed there, she stayed on the wharf of San Blas
Alone, alone, alone...

Fotografiile sunt făcute de mine, acum doi ani, pe Coasta Cantabrică lângă Xixon, Spania. Le puteţi vedea la o rezoluţie mai bună aici. În zilele următoare poate mai adaug câteva.