Paloma's steps

Abstract

An empty and full stage. Cardboard boxes that keep secrets of the soul, sighs of longing. A handful of memories that bleed, that punish, that lacerate. Paloma flapped her wings in the open ocean. She wanted, she fought, she struggled. She sought, together with her colleagues, to build a more humane, more just world. She then went to Peru with her libertarian passion and her literacy mission. She returned to her Buenos Aires with the same rudder and the same compass. She recited to the sky her love, her hope and her gratitude for life. Life just because, no more and no less than that. Cardboard boxes that become a cave, a cave that is a womb and a nest. The only place where Mercedes can protect herself and let her ever new, always eternal tears flow. Because there is a gypsy law that says that if they kill the person, you love the most, it's better that you don't know where, or when, or why. Cardboard boxes that become a wall, that become stone. How to scream so much pain? Mercedes explores the words of her sister Paloma and those of her mother from the depths of her own existential land. A sister that she does not understand, who delves into the abyss, who remains hanging in the tears of a macabre absence. A mother who suffers like a wounded animal because they have killed one of her babies. Among them, a dove that draws the contours of a better world. More human, more free, united with life.

(Silvina Pizarro, gacetilla de prensa de Los pasos de Paloma, 2013)