Caídas
No
hay dos sin tres.
Y tres veces me caí.
Pero me levanté
riéndome
de mí misma.
de mí misma.
Dos días de rasguños
y alguna sombra púrpura
del golpe.
Nada más.
Y vuelta a empezar.
Teresa Iturriaga Osa
"They run as fast as they can. A gasp at the cost of effort. Other fall and no longer stand. Some, more resistant, sing a song to give encouragement. She says, do not let your head like one that has been vanquished. She says, wake up, come on, the struggle is long, the fight is difficult. Then they shout with all their strength to show their enthusiasm. "(Monique Wittig, The Guerrillas).
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