Clouds, Walking through Clouds of Knowledge
The song “Clouds” by the Cuban singer-songwriter Carlos Varela brings us the same air to which this mystic artist has accustomed us, but with an even more pessimistic tone. It seems that the color to describe the subject was black, because basically the message talks about the danger of dreaming and at the same time the inevitability of doing so, that is necessary to have ideals, aspirations.
‘As the lyric says, there are those who spend all the life in the hill of the fools, and the result is vain. The sound of the guitar imitates the fall of the drizzle and generates a mysterious atmosphere, which gradually reveals how the meaning of life may lack a certain sense, there unleashes the pessimistic and dreamy air of this poet.
Carlos Varela, the Chronicler of his Country
Varela has been designated as the chronicler of his generation, one where there was disappointment and sadness, but lived with the dreams of parents and grandparents. The need to achieve a leading role in social reality, and the impossibility of that ambition, marks a discourse disenchanted and pessimistic.
Of course, this is breeding ground for the best poetry. Nubes (Clouds) is next to other songs of Varela a classic of the genre, of those that the Cuban youth sings in half light, in the university staircase, because they will still catch a long time between the most neophytes, those that begin to live in Cuba and that recently face a sui generis reality, where the projects must be tempered or generated in new ones more and more.
Listening to Clouds is not walking in the clouds, rather it is a way of knowing, accessing the truth. Clouds is the opposite of its title, it is the perennial, invariable, enduring reality.