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"La estafa de la feminidad", de Lala Pasquinelli en la #LíneaD
Que no me atrape la maraña de
lo cotidiano
ni la rutina que aplasta el brote nuevo
que no me acune la duda rumiante
que me lleva a esquivar
la pregunta filosa
que corta la tela
que separa lo que es
de lo que parece ser
Ojalá no me pierda
en la minuciosidad de lo pequeño que atrapa
que no me gane ninguna forma sobre el fondo
que nada de lo que no late me retenga
No quisiera deambular sin mapa
en los laberintos frondosos de mis pensamientos
para escuchar
Ojalá me vuelva toda oídos el lenguaje de mi cuerpo GPS de mi camino y que mis poros se queden abiertos que mi corazón de loba me guíe que pueda inventar el rito que me haga morir y nacer cada día a una vida de magia y de poesía
Lala Pasquinelli.
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May I not be caught in the tangle of
the everyday
nor the routine that crushes the new sprout
may I not be rocked by the rumbling doubt
that leads me to dodge
the sharp question
that cuts the fabric
that separates what is
from what seems to be
May I not lose myself
in the meticulousness of the small that traps
may no form triumph over substance
may nothing that does not beat hold me back
I wouldn't want to wander without a map
in the leafy mazes of my thoughts
to listen.
May the language of my body become all ears and may my pores remain open may my wolf heart guide me may I invent the ritual that makes me die and be born every day into a life of magic and poetry
Lala Pasquinelli.
