An Hymn against gender violence. La Puerta Violeta by Rozalén

Rozalén is a Spanish singer and songwriter. She is an important social activist who defends with her music the rights of the minority and the most disadvantaged communities. She advocates an inclusive show aimed at everyone accompanied by Beatriz Romero, interpreter of sign language.

It is recognized as one of the main Spanish voices. Her work is made up of three albums, with which she has achieved two Platinum Records and one Gold Record.

Her latest album is called "Cuando el río suena...", an album preceded by the song "Girasoles" and which reached #1 on the Spanish sales list. She has been nominated in the Latin Grammy for "Best album of the year" and "Best song of the year" for "La Puerta Violeta", the second single released from it.

The video for "La Puerta Violeta" is a hymn against machista aggressions. As a tribute to battered women, Rozalén represents the ordeal of ill-treatment with a visual metaphor of the Sierra del Segura de Albacete after the devastating summer fire.

"La Puerta Violeta" is the second single from the album "Cuando el río suena..." a very personal album, since it is full of stories, portraits that allows her to immerse in herself and her family.

"My burned Sierra ... the fire that sweeps everything. The land that takes years to recover and never manages to be what it was... The sound of death, nor a leaf that dances with the wind, nor an animal that sings. Breathing ashes that run through you and stain inside.

The machismo that burns everything. The hand on the neck that subtly prevents us from breathing. The bandage that does not let us see. A guilt that tightens and paralyzes our feet. A flower that fades, a tree that does not grow. A punishment that is imposed on us. The verse that crosses out and cancels us. The chains, the cracks, the wrinkles, the corset... the women who fought for our rights and whispered behind the neck. The humiliated, slaves, reified, murdered... always present.

I found no better metaphor than this. That green, red, yellow mountain of a thousand colors and overflowing with water is what it should be. We want each other free, happy, alive. A kinder world can only exist if it is violet, if it is between equals, if it is feminist... Feminism is born out of the need for Equal Rights between men and women. It should not be feared. It is machismo that kills.

My heart broke recording in the burned area and seeing the images... but I ended up with a smile of relief and pride in the living area, despite the scars, despite the black spots that already remain.

This video clip was recorded in the Sierra del Segura in Albacete after the devastating summer fire. It is a work of Mario Miranda and Alfredo Navarro. The protagonist (I dreamed these images with her) is the young Albacete teacher and dancer Cecilia Jiménez. Marta Acosta (Art Direction). Merme Montano (Production and catering). Mónica Gallardo (Styling). Susana Segarra and Davinia Hervás, (Letur, Makeup and hairdresser). Assistants at destination: Montse Tauste (Molinicos), Merche Montano, Juan Manuel del Olmo and Ezequiel Alarcón, Emilio and Luis Molina (Elche de la Sierra).

It is our way of claiming the fight against gender violence and making visible the consequences of the serious fires in our mountains... Let's take care of our Earth, let's take care of all the people who inhabit it. Let's take care of life... "

Rozalén. Our Saturday music video. (Official Music Video). METALOCUS MUSIC PROJECT.

CREDITS.-

Director.- Mario Miranda and Alfredo Navarro
Actress.- Cecilia Jiménez
Art director.- Marta Acosta
Production and catering.- Merme Montano
Styling.- Mónica Gallardo
Letur, Makeup and hairdressing.- Susana Segarra y Davinia Hervás
Helpers at destination.- Montse Tauste, Merche Montano, Juan Manuel del Olmo y Ezequiel Alarcón, Emilio y Luis Molina
Editor and Distribution.- Sony Music Entertainment España, S.L.
Localizaciones.- Sierra del Segura de Albacete, Castilla la Mancha, Spain, España.

Lyrics.-

Una niña triste en el espejo me mira prudente y no quiere hablar
Hay un monstruo gris en la cocina
Que lo rompe todo
Que no para de gritar
Tengo una mano en el cuello
Que con sutileza me impide respirar
Una venda me tapa los ojos
Puedo oler el miedo y se acerca
Tengo un nudo en las cuerdas que ensucia mi voz al cantar
Tengo una culpa que me aprieta
Se posa en mis hombros y me cuesta andar

Pero dibujé una puerta violeta en la pared
Y al entrar me liberé
Como se despliega la vela de un barco
Desperté en un prado verde muy lejos de aquí
Corrí, grité, reí
Sé lo que no quiero
Ahora estoy a salvo

Una flor que se marchita
Un árbol que no crece porque no es su lugar
Un castigo que se me impone
Un verso que me tacha y me anula
Tengo todo el cuerpo encadenado
Las manos agrietadas
Mil arrugas en la piel
Las fantasmas hablan en la nuca
Se reabre la herida y me sangra
Hay un jilguero en mi garganta que vuela con fuerza
Tengo la necesidad de girar la llave y no mirar atrás

Así que dibujé una puerta violeta en la pared
Y al entrar me liberé
Como se despliega la vela de un barco
Desperté en un prado verde muy lejos de aquí
Corrí, grité, reí
Sé lo que no quiero
Ahora estoy a salvo

Así que dibujé una puerta violeta en la pared
Y al entrar me liberé
Como se despliega la vela de un barco
Amanecí en un prado verde muy lejos de aquí
Corrí, grité, reí
Sé lo que no quiero
Ahora estoy a salvo

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