Relatos a través de música

Overlevende (primera parte)

When I was a young man, I never needed anyone

Bruised and broken, shattered, always on the run

Safe behind a half-smile, layin' in the shadows

I became a rich man, I held the world up with my hands

Inside I was a poor man, still screaming, "I don't understand"

"Why am I always running?" "Why am I always hiding?"

"What's the point in living when living feels like dying?"

You can build your walls, love will tear it down

You can hide your heart inside a man-made house

You can build your walls, build 'em to the sky

One day you will find love was on both sides

The war is over

I came upon a wise man, he said, "Sit beside me son"

"When I was a young man, I was like you, the prodigal son"

Safe behind a half-smile, hidin' in the shadows

Tell 'em that it's all right, tell 'em 'cause you said so

You can build your walls, love will tear it down

You can hide a heart inside a man-made house

You can build your walls, build 'em to the sky

One day you will find love was on both sides

The war is over, love's already won

The war is over, the war is over

The war is over, love's already won

The war is over, the war is over

Time stands still so long

I feel so low

I know what follows, what follows

You can build your walls, but love will tear it down

You can hide a heart inside a man-made house

You can build your walls, build 'em to the sky

One day you will find love was on both sides

The war is over, love's already won

The war is over, the war is over

The war is over, love's already won

The war is over, the war is over

The war is over (Cage the Elephant)

Balas volando cerca de mí.

Gritos aterrados resonaban en mis oídos.

El miedo me estaba consumiendo.

Corre Ansgar ¡corre!

Anders Behring Breivik, su nombre todavía resonaba en mi cabeza generándome el mismo terror desde hace dos años.

Su rostro aún me torturaba en mis peores pesadillas. Sus ojos fríos, despiadados, sin una pizca de remordimiento en ellos, sus finos dedos cubiertos por los guantes a causa del frío de la isla jalando el gatillo que tantas vidas se había cobrado. La mirada de autosuficiencia al momento en que veía a uno de nosotros caer era algo que jamás podría olvidar.

Nosotros fuimos sus presas, él nuestro cazador.

22 de julio en Oslo, aquel día estaba grabado en mi piel a fuego, marcándome por completo. Él me había destruido completamente, en tan solo un día me había arrebatado todo lo que más quería en la vida.