Rayuela
Gotan Project
Hopscotch
Hopscotch, chapter seven.
You look at me, you look at me closely, closer and closer and then we play cyclops, we look at each other closer and closer and the eyes widen, they come closer together, they overlap and the cyclops look at each other, breathing confused...
... texts written and published years ago...
... with cronopios or without them...
... around their world of play, around that serious occupation that is playing when other doors are sought.
One, two, three, four:
Earth, Sky!
Five, six:
Paradise, Hell!
Seven, eight, nine, ten:
You must know how to move your feet.
In hopscotch, or in life
you can choose one day.
Which side, from which side will you jump?
... other accesses to the non-daily simply to beautify the daily, to illuminate it abruptly in another way. Take it out of its boxes, define it, again, and better.
... it is enough for me to close my eyes to undo everything and start over.
... exactly with your mouth that smiles beneath the one my hand draws for you.
One, two, three, four:
Earth, Sky!
Five, six:
Paradise, Hell!
Seven, eight, nine, ten:
You must know how to move your feet.
In hopscotch, or in life
you can choose one day.
Which side, from which side will you jump?
... I feel you trembling against me like a moon in the water.
