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\"And who does not possess a fire, a death,
\na fear, something horrible,
\neven if it was feathered,
\neven if it was with smiles? \u201d. <\/span><\/p>\n

Alexandra Pizarnik<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It is a terrible fear that floods me, since I was a child, when I have to sing in public. Fear because out there everyone is watching you; the shoes, the hands, what you say. Somehow they judge you. It takes a pair of well-made ovaries to bare the soul on stage, no matter where and how it is. And it may seem like a contradiction, but that same stage terror transforms me, moments before going on stage, into a lioness that goes from one side to another behind the bars that guard it. I can't stop moving, with my eyes at least, spinning in space, staring at a wall or the ground. I swallow my eyes at those next to me in the dressing room or at the side of the scene. I am agonized, blind, hungry, wanting to destroy everything with one claw and escape. When the moment comes I go out like a stampede, I roar as I hear my footsteps sound, hurrying towards the light of the people waiting for me. I'm afraid, I can't stop looking at them. At the slightest carelessness, they can leave me lying there, alone, with everything I carry stuck in my throat and I must free to stay alive. And it is that the people who listen to me are like a tamer who dominates me and tames me.<\/p>\n

In these strange days, of almost monastic confinement, I return to walk in circles inside my house. I sit down with the guitar, I read, I record, I think, I write. That desire to break everything with one blow and run away returns. The difference is that for the moment I will not go on stage; there is a virus that has locked us all up. I understand now that I write this note. From so many comings and goings, over the years, the wild creature that possessed me as a young girl stayed and is already part of everything I am in body and soul. Those minutes of \"fainting\" marked my life forever. That eternal moment in which I knew that my destiny was servitude and hard work and that the only way to continue living was to become a slave to that rare mythological being that is music.<\/p>\n

In these strange days of recollection quasi<\/em> monastic, I go back to walking in circles inside my house. I sit down with the guitar, I read, I record, I think, I write. That desire to break everything at once and run away returns. The difference is that for the moment I will not go on stage; there is a virus that has locked us all up. I have understood now that I write this note. After so many comings and goings, over the years, the wild creature that possessed me as a young girl has stayed and is now part of everything that I am in body and soul. Those minutes of "fainting" marked my life forever. That eternal moment in which I knew that my destiny was servitude and hard work and that the only way to continue living was to become a slave to that rare mythological being that is music.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\"And who does not possess a fire, a death,
\na fear, something horrible,
\neven if it was feathered,
\neven if it was with smiles? \u201d. <\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"author":1474,"featured_media":5618,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[8908,8906],"tags":[23,1099,1033],"coauthors":[7033],"class_list":["post-5615","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-la-descarga","category-variaciones","tag-descarga","tag-gema-corredera","tag-musica-cubana"],"acf":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/magazineampm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/gema_corredera-min.jpg?fit=1241%2C698&ssl=1","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5615","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1474"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5615"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5615\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10511,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5615\/revisions\/10511"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5618"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5615"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5615"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5615"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=5615"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}