ECOS (ECHOES)
2012
October 8th, 2006. A group of students from ECOS SCHOOL (Buenos Aires, Argentina) were coming back from a volunteer work-week in the countryside. They suffered a crash against another bus, and nine of them, together with one of their teachers, resulted dead. After that, it was proved that both drivers were drunk. Receiving that announcement was devastating. Almost inmediately after the tragedy, this words came to my mind:
“Echoes,
echoes,
echoes that cannot be silented.
Echoes, echoes,
life’s echoes they will be.”
Like a mantra, they were around me, asking for music. There’s no doubt that they were the chorus of a new song. But although I tried really hard to find the rest of the song, it didn’t show up. Nothing sounded apropriated or worthy. I didn’t want to force it. And they stood there, waiting.
Another 8th day, but in February 2012, one of the greatest Argentine rock musicians, Luis Alberto Spinetta, died. One of his daughters was a classmate of the dead students in the tragedy. That hurted him deeply, and he started to colaborate actively with “Conduciendo a conciencia” (“Driving consciously”), an ONG created by the dead students’ parents.
Sometime after Spinetta’s death, like being moved by some kind of celestial puppeteer, the rest of lyrics and music of what today is “Ecos” song, appeared. With it I tribute both, the studentes and Luis Alberto. And I’m certain that as Spinetta’s song “Maribel se durmió” (“Maribel fell asleep”), “they watch us better with their soul”.
LYRICS
Tiza y flor.
Los bemoles de la eternidad.
Cuerdas de un dolor
que iluminará.
El lo vio.
Las sirenas de otra realidad
borran todo un mar
de fugacidad.
Ecos.
Ecos.
Ecos que no pueden callar.
Ecos.
Ecos.
Ecos de la vida serán,
serán.
No hay temor:
sólo amor en tránsito final.
Poliloquio en mí.
Cielo de verdad.
Fuiste luz:
equipaje de los que vendrán.
Cosas de un saber
que se vuelve pan.