Hello, music-inspired Hivers.  Among Evanescence’s greatest songs is My Immortal. What I love about the lyrics is that the title alludes to a specific person, but it could also be interpreted as the definition of a feeling that never fades. Love, despair, nostalgia? 

There are songs that seem to be in dialogue with each other, as if they were poems in the same book or chapters in a short novel. A while back, I commented on Harry Styles's "Sign of the Times" and its chorus, "We gotta get away from here" Well, it seems that, by a work of imagination, Tracy Chapman accepts Styles' suggestion and speeds off in her partner's car ("Fast Car"), fleeing a horrible past, a tiring life, the fugitive couple moving away in the direction of their shared dream:

The Pope dies under suspicious circumstances. The throne of the Holy See is left empty. Lawrence (Ralph Fiennes), dean of the Vatican, calls a conclave to elect the new successor to Saint Peter. Thus begins Conclave (2024), a feature film directed by Edward Berger, with a screenplay by Peter Straughan, and featuring an exquisite cast that brings complex characters to life. It happens that, after the death of the Supreme Pontiff, the cardinals of the most extensive spiritual empire in human history meet, and passions run high. Dean Lawrence must mediate in the conflict between the ambitions of the papal favorites and what the Church and the Gospel preach. The film has the virtue of raising numerous questions about the conduct that should prevail in the supreme leader of the Catholic Church. Should we respond with a firm hand to anti-Christian aggressors or show tolerance toward other religious beliefs? How should we address the sexual scandals of which the Church is accused? Is arrogance and the desire for power legitimate and spiritual in an institution that proclaims humility and detachment? Can there be equality between men and women in the highest echelons of the Catholic hierarchy? Will a black Pope ever be crowned? Is it possible for a woman to become a pope?

Perhaps you are one of those people born out of time and place. A stranger to your era, your society, or your tribe. Anachronistic and anatopic. Similar to the great demons or geniuses of the world. To the ugly ducklings. Those who don't fit into any mold or law, and feel like aliens, lacking the necessary human warmth, but who, at the same time, recognize themselves as different and accept themselves that way.

FuenteHay dos momentos maravillosos cuando descubres una gran canción. El primero, al escucharla. El segundo, cuando la compartes con alguien y esa persona siente lo mismo que tú. Hace poco encontré en una publicación de @thereadingman, que recomendaba "Human", de Lenni Kravitz. ¡Menuda sorpresa! La letra expresa casi al inicio:

Hola escritores y amantes de la poesía. Respondiendo a la convocatoria de @restaurador, les ofrezco este breve romance. Antes, me gustaría invitar a la hermosa y poética @yelainemh y a @azircon (quien gusta de los haikus y el aware) para que participen en este desafío entre amor-desamor, cielo-infierno, ave y caída.