we are like a horse
that has already forgotten
the last hurdle jumped.
We come into this world running, running
along century-long tracks ridden with obstacles,
including, every once in a while, death…
The jump!
And nobody knows how many
times we have leapt
to get here, nor how many more we have to leap
to get to God sitting
at the end of the race…
waiting for us.
We cry and we run,
we fall and we turn,
moving from one difficulty to the next
doing skips and turns between diapers and shrouds.
From Ganarás la luz
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