Dolor, placer

   Imagen de Hurricane (Thirty Seconds to Mars)


Algunos días una tiene la necesidad de explorar aquello que normalmente mantiene bajo llave, apaciguado y silencioso, en el armario de su interior. Bajo el ronroneo de Bastet se esconde siempre Sekhmet; de tanto en tanto, hay que dejarla salir.
Así, estos días he estado leyendo los relatos de Beatriz Gimeno en Sex (Egales, 2008). Treinta y cuatro textos que hablan de sexo entre mujeres jóvenes y maduras, fieles, o esporádicamente infieles; con aprobación por la otra parte o sin ella; con marido ignorante o voyeur. Treinta y cuatro relatos dan para hablar de sexo en relaciones largas o recién estrenadas; con dildo, con las manos o con la boca; a dos, a tres; en la oficina, en la habitación de hotel, en casa o por teléfono; sexo en estado puro o mezclado con amor. Una lectura diferente que no os decepcionará. Si queréis, podéis leer la reseña completa en la revista MiraLes.
Terminada la lectura, navegando por la red, fui a parar -una de esas maravillosas casualidades- al vídeo Hurricane, del grupo Thirty Seconds to Mars, uno de mis favoritos. ¿Me quieres realmente? ¿Me deseas realmente? ¿Me quieres realmente vivo o muerto, para torturarme por mis pecados? ¿Me quieres realmente vivo o muerto para vivir una mentira? Hurricane nos muestra lo incómodo que anida en nuestros sueños -en nuestros deseos- y a lo que, a veces, nos da miedo mirar. Y lo hace con toda la fuerza visual y auditiva de lo sensual y lo prohibido. 
Diversos y a veces sorprendentes, los caminos del cuerpo. Placer, dolor, ternura, ansiedad sin límites, y a veces, aquello que algun@s llaman amor. 
  
HURRICANE
(de Thirty Seconds to Mars)
No matter how many times that you told me you wanted leave
No matter how many breaths that you took you still couldn't breathe
No matter how many nights that you'd lie wide awake to the sound of the poison rain 
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?

As days go bythe night's on fire
Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right? 
Crash crash
Burn let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground

No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget
No matter how many lives that I live I will never regret
There is a fire inside of this heart and a riot about to explode into flames
Where is your God?
Where is your God?
Where is your God?

Do you really want
Do you really want me
Do you really want me dead or alive
To torture for my sins?
Do you really want
Do you really want me
Do you really want me dead or aliveTo live a lie 

Tell me would you kill to save a life 
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right
Crash crash 
Burn let it all burn 
This hurricane's chasing us all underground

The promises we made were not enough
The prayers that we had prayed were like a drug
The secrets that we sold were never known
The love we had the love we hadWe had to let it go

Tell me would you kill to save a life
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right
Crash crash 
Burn let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground
This hurricane
This hurricane
This hurricane

Do you really want
Do you really want me
Do you really want me dead or alive
To torture for my sins?
Do you really want 
Do you really want me
Do you really want me dead or alive
To live a lie?