Lose the rhythm

The usual walk either dance is that one step follows the other and that both feet move with harmony and balance in relation to the rest of the body. The same happens when writes. The words they continue certain order and almost by themselves they settle into place right after each other; to form phrases, lines, paragraphs, pages, books, complete libraries. But it's not always like this. Sometimes he language it does not flow as we wish; Or, it is also the case that some inconvenience interrupts our walk. Both situations can arise and disrupt or ruin everything. It depends from what perspective the matter is seen. Personally, I sense that when I walk, I write; and when I write, I walk. It's that simple. Although there is always the possibility that my writing becomes a babble or an incoherent text. It doesn't matter. The same thing usually happens with my walks. I never know what's going to happen while I'm doing it. For example, my fall last Sunday. The one that I clarify has nothing to do with that of the in-person candidate Claudia Sheinbaum, except that both happened on the same day and I think more or less at the same time. Hers, on a stage: at an event during her political campaign in Mazatlán, while she danced to rhythmic and tempting banda music. As far as I'm concerned, she was walking and just two blocks from arriving at my house, a wrong step – uneven sidewalk – made me stumble and collapse. The result is a bruised knee and the forearm on the same side, sore and bruised. Nothing that the passing of the days cannot cure. Now I think about that accident or small oversight on my part. Maybe Sheinbaum thinks of his. I don't know. The truth is that I write this because I am convinced—I have experienced it ad nauseam—that the act of walking and the act of writing have a lot in common. We write, we erase, we correct; just like we walk, we dance, we fall, we get up; and, with our will or without it, everything maintains its own rhythm.

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Ernestina Yépiz. Poet and narrator. Master in Literature, graduated from the Faculty of Philosophy and Letters of the UNAM; and has a degree in Political Science, graduated from the Autonomous University of Sinaloa. She is the author of the collections of poems The penumbra of the landscape, Los delirios de Eva and Los conjuros del cuerpo; from the book of stories The Café on Mulberry Street and the novel El Sueño de Paloma Sanlúcar. She is included in the General Anthology of Mexican Poetry, by Juan Domingo Argüelles; A very slow beast (sample of Sinaloan poetry); Tales of sweet voluptuousness, among other collective publications. She has also made the anthologies: The Nudity of Words, a selection of the poetry of Norma Bazúa; Between shadows (stories of suspense and darkness), narrative by Amparo Dávila; Night butterflies and other stories, narrative by Inés Arredondo, among others. She is also the author of Comer en Los Mochis: La cocina del festín y el agasajo. She is currently director of literature and publishing at the Sinaloense Institute of Culture.

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