After September 11, the US president George W. Bush decided to take a rodeo around the world for, officially, bring back security to his citizens, but, unofficially, for other dark and no good intentions. So, at the beginnings of 2003, he gave an ultimatum to that dictator, whose elimination sure shall bring back peace to the world: Saddam Hussein. Telling Irak had massive destruction weapons, he begun to seek supports among the international allies chairmen: among them, Tony Blair, UK prime minister, and José María Aznar, chairman of Spain. The preparatives went on, although inspectors of UN declarated they hadn’t found any proof of the existence of those weapons. At January 29, seven Europeans leaders signed a letter of support to US, among them, president Aznar. At Mars 15, in Azores (Portugal), Bush, Blair and Aznar, took a summit in which they signed their alliance, and the Mars 18, Mr. Aznar, in a tense debate at the Spanish parlament, with the only absolute majority of his party, authorized the send of 900 Spanish soldiers in support of NATO armies, although declares they will not take part in the combats, but to do humanitarians actions; the rest of parties, of many conditions, objected, but in vain. At Mars 19, begun the invassion. Today, president Aznar still upholds there were that kind of guns in Irak, but he cannot tell where the hell…
All along the world, people of several conditions, shown their rejection to war. In Spain, it was very important the movement of the artists and intellectuals: actors and actressess, musicians, writers, poets… The old Spanish songwriters got out to the marchs: Paco Ibáñez, Luis Pastor, Labordeta (who, also parliamentarian, show his rejection in tenses debates too, taking all of our admirations: that’ll be other day), Lluís Llach and Adolfo Celdrán, among others. Some of them sung old songs, but new songs too, as this of Adolfo, that sadly became a little prophetic. They are our pride:
Listen from Adolfo’s web: http://www.adolfoceldran.com/no_a_guerra.mp3
No a vuestra guerra
El cielo es negro y rojo
Es ocre, como el suelo
Entre el cielo y la tierra
Tan sólo caben muertos
Llueve arena en Bagdad
Tormenta del desierto
Ni el desierto irakí
Soporta tanto infierno
NO a vuestra guerra
Los que mandan, nos dicen
Que es bueno lo que han hecho:
La diana en nuestra frente
La medalla en su pecho
Miramos hacia arriba
Un avión surca el cielo
Tal vez será la muerte
Que va a poner sus huevos
NO a vuestra guerra
Una niña sin piernas
Llora y llora, y sabemos
Que allí, sin medicinas
Llora su propio entierro
Y mañana es ayer
Y el cielo es el infierno
Y liberan matando
Y resisten muriendo
NO a vuestra guerra
No to your war
The sky is black and red/ is ocher, like the soil/ Between the sky and the earth/ only deads fit// It’s raining sand over Bagdad/ Desert storm/ Not even the Iraki desert/ can hold such hell// NO to your war// The rulers tell us/ it’s right what they have done:/ the dartboard on our front/ the medal on their breasts.// We look upon/ A plain sail through the sky/ Perhaps it’s death/ that is going to lay its eggs// NO to your war// A legless girl/ cries and cries, and we know/ that there, without medicines/ she’s crying her own burial// And tomorrow is yesterday/ And the sky is hell/ And they set free killing/ And they resist dying/ NO tou your war
Adolfo Celdrán
La Zamarra de Gustavo 