Chile recuerda al cantautor V�ctor Jara a 41 a�os 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 [2013] se cumplen 40 a�os 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 despu�s jugaron a la ruleta rusa con �l. Siga leyendo
Te recuerdo Amanda
Te recuerdo Amanda,
la calle mojada,
corriendo a la f�brica
donde trabajaba Manuel.
La sonrisa ancha,
la lluvia en el pelo,
no importaba nada,
ibas a encontarte con �l.
Con �l, con �l, con �l, con �l.
Son cinco minutos. La vida es eterna en cinco minutos.
Suena la sirena. De vuelta al trabajo
y t� caminando lo iluminas todo,
los cinco minutos te hacen florecer.
Te recuerdo Amanda,
la calle mojada
corriendo a la f�brica
donde trabajaba Manuel.
La sonrisa ancha,
la lluvia en el pelo,
no importaba nada
ibas a encontrarte con �l.
Con �l, con �l, con �l, con �l.
que parti� a la sierra,
que nunca hizo da�o. Que parti� a la sierra,
y en cinco minutos qued� destrozado.
Suena la sirena, de vuelta al trabajo
muchos no volvieron, tampoco Manuel.
Te recuerdo Amanda,
la calle mojada,
corriendo a la f�brica
donde trabajaba Manuel.
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