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Carmen García

Perhaps if she opens the black door, the shadows will escape

Perhaps if she opens the black door, the shadows will escape. You have to know how to face things, they told her. What about this pain, does it belong to me or is it the shadow of my ancestors that falls on me like a blanket. I have to open that black door. Stop dodging its shape. Entering is to abandon oneself. Entering is a leap of faith. Behind it, spells are broken, energy is multiplied. We learn to identify the light of the living.

Quizás si abre la puerta negra se escapan las sombras

Quizás si abre la puerta negra se escapan las sombras

Quizás si abre la puerta negra se escapan las sombras. Hay que saber mirar de frente le dijeron. Y estos dolores, acaso me pertenecen o son la sombra de los antepasados que cae como una manta sobre mi. Tengo que abrir esa puerta negra. Dejar de esquivar su forma. Entrar en ella es abandonarse. Entrar en ella es el salto ciego. Tras ella, los hechizos se rompen, las energías se multiplican. Aprendemos a identificar la luz de los vivos.
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Perhaps if she opens the black door, the shadows will escape

Perhaps if she opens the black door, the shadows will escape. You have to know how to face things, they told her. What about this pain, does it belong to me or is it the shadow of my ancestors that falls on me like a blanket. I have to open that black door. Stop dodging its shape. Entering is to abandon oneself. Entering is a leap of faith. Behind it, spells are broken, energy is multiplied. We learn to identify the light of the living.

Perhaps if she opens the black door, the shadows will escape

Perhaps if she opens the black door, the shadows will escape. You have to know how to face things, they told her. What about this pain, does it belong to me or is it the shadow of my ancestors that falls on me like a blanket. I have to open that black door. Stop dodging its shape. Entering is to abandon oneself. Entering is a leap of faith. Behind it, spells are broken, energy is multiplied. We learn to identify the light of the living.
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