Revista de Gimnasia

There are corpses among us
Leotards and techno music
Wait for the fire hoops to light up
The brave ones jump first
They will tan their biceps in the fire
Training for a whole semester

You do the wheel
Your leotard gets tangled
No matter how many times you stumble
You always land on your feet

A boy explodes
In the middle of the court
And you barely notice
There are pieces on your back
And you don't understand anything

Entangled in your French braid
Your courage and my cowardice
Blocked, we have no way out

The brave ones run away first
There are barricades surrounding hell
We don't tremble, we don't run
We enjoy how the fire spreads