A House Grown With Ivy

Hay ciertas razones por las cuales ver una película de HP es perderse de cosas importantes. Las palabras de J. K. Rowling llegan mucho más allá que esas dos horas y media de cine por libro.

En el libro de más reciente adaptación, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, se suceden una serie de flashbacks, que nos informan sobre la histora de Voldemort, que nos permiten entender de dónde viene, sus motivaciones, sus deseos.

En esa historia, está también la de Merope Gaunt, su madre. Una historia trágica de amor no correspondido, que se suma a las líneas infinitas de historias que Rowling, con destreza entreteje.

Ya les había hablado alguna vez del "wizard rock". Hoy encontré una balada que habla de esa historia. No sé si les gustará o no, pero a mí me pareció que logra capturar perfectamente el espíritu de esa historia-dentro-de-la-historia. Disclaimer: es muy "baladosa", if you know what I mean...

El grupo es "Let's Lumos!" y esta es su página.

Enjoy.

A House Grown With Ivy

A place with no portraits on the walls,
She's hiding away in a house grown with ivy.
A girl with no life to live at all,
A room filled with nothing but heartache and crying.

He didn't notice you,
Did you expect him to, while you were dreaming of love.
With his heart on strings,
Potions are everything
Now he's gone, she's screaming.

A dad with the purest blood of all
If only he knew the boy she was deceiving.
A life behind dirty prison walls,
Aligning himself with the darkest of beings.

The house stands alone,
Except for the girl at the window.
Shes coaxing him home,
A boy drugged with something so sweet and now he goes.

He didn't notice you,
Did you expect him to, while you were dreaming of love.
With his heart on strings,
Potions are everything
Now hes gone, she's screaming.

A place with no portraits on the walls,
His body alone on the orphanage doorstep.
He doesnt resemble her at all,
A child with a face of mistakes she cant deal with.

She wonders alone,
Passed alleys and streets wet with rain.
She's not coming home,
She'll never awaken again.