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Viejo 8 de marzo

8 de marzo de 2013... 

Celebrarte hoy parece que es la reafirmaci贸n de lo contrario a lo que buscamos, ser tratados como iguales. Me pregunto entonces, como podremos ser iguales si no hay garant铆as que puedan igualar la maravilla de tu ser? 

No hay derechos que alcancen para garantizar que tu sexto sentido desarrolle su m谩ximo potencial; no hay ideas que liberen nuestras mentes de la tradici贸n que lastima si no podemos entender que las oportunidades pueden llegar a ser las mismas en tanto nos reconozcamos como personas distintas; y no hay posici贸n, cargo, ni encomienda m谩s valiosa que la que se gana por el m茅rito de ser evaluados como iguales, sabiendo que nuestras habilidades son diferentes, pero tambi茅n sabiendo que eso no har谩 que dejemos de lavar un solo plato o de limpiar el desorden de esta ma帽ana, tu en tu casa, yo en la m铆a, alg煤n d铆a en el espacio nuestro. Y no alcanzan todas esas herramientas porque justamente no hay maravilla que de ese tipo se haya inventado, y tampoco hay responsabilidad que alcance para asumir que t煤 y yo somos tan distintos que debemos tratarnos como iguales. 

As铆 que no celebrar茅, pero mientras quisiera agradecerte, no por ser humana con otro sexo, sino por la emoci贸n que me ha provocado encontrarte, por las ideas con las que hemos colaborado, por las emociones que me has arrancado de mi ensimismado ser, por los tiempos compartidos, por las ense帽anzas que me has transmitido y por la injusticia de tener que recordarlo s贸lo una vez al a帽o. 

Eres el universo del poeta y la inspiraci贸n de mis cortas ideas, eres tan distinta que te propongo que no seamos iguales, porque estoy secretamente fascinado por tus diferencias, aunque tenemos que buscar como ser mejores. 

Feliz 8 de marzo.

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