Cotton feet

.
Today I fell.
I was crossing a road, head pointing to the grey sky, and half a second later, I was sprawled flat on my back, like a discarded garrish puppet. It felt so strange. It happened so swiftly. Maybe I slipped on something, maybe it was because my head was sleepy and was going "Comandante Che Guevara" round and round.
I wasn't much hurt, but I felt shaky and well understood why little kids who fall cry when they aren't obviously hurt. Falling is scary. And I'm just a kid who goes "Comandante Che Guevara" in her muzzy head, a-buzz with unfinished dreams.

Aqui se queda la clara,

la entrañable transparencia,

de tu querida presencia

World of the cotton feet !