Just as a fencing sword moves. So too, we will be able to win. Do not fear a warlike victory, it is about winning in equality. It's about placing the foil at the height of the heart, not to pierce it, but to contemplate it in another way.
When the porcelain cup broke and the pieces floated through hydraulic tiles shaped like lilies, I thought of the glass bottle that had fallen from a height of 1m 67cm and was intact. It seemed incongruous to me. The water bottle had fallen from the children's bunk bed and in its descent had collided with the porcelain cup that I bought from our Buddhist newsstand owner, Benjamín, on Domingo Pérez Minik street.
The day I bought that cup I was sad and had an intuition. Until now they had told me that all my intuitions were false. Years later they turned out to be true and gave me life experience. They talk about experience, but it was silent until Mateo was born. Mateo played with tiny excavators in the living room. At some point he too would become glass. Glass is stronger than porcelain.
It was crazy to place a liter and a half glass water bottle on his bunk bed. Mateo was only six years old.
Porcelain versus glass. The cup was shattered. The impact of the glass against the porcelain was very strong. The broom that picked it up was a sinister dance.
Thus we, will know how to win. The intuition lasted 48 hours and 345 seconds.
The next day I went back to Benjamín's newsstand and bought a new cup. That same afternoon, my fencing teacher told me that I should not confuse haste with speed. He also told me that everything fragile would become a sword.
Thus, we, are porcelain. I hugged Mateo. Mateo went to the kitchen for a glass of water.
-I'm thirsty, Mom. (He delicately poured water into his small glass. Delicately, delicately...)
The new cup never broke.