{"id":690,"date":"2018-10-01T15:35:34","date_gmt":"2018-10-01T21:35:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/127.0.0.1\/contratiempo\/no-vayas\/"},"modified":"2018-10-01T15:35:34","modified_gmt":"2018-10-01T21:35:34","slug":"no-vayas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/content.iberopuebla.mx\/contratiempo\/no-vayas\/","title":{"rendered":"No vayas"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Por: Marytere Salvador Reyes<\/em><\/p>\n

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Histeria, caos, ansiedad, gritos. Uno a uno los veo caer, el tiempo se ha detenido y no queda m\u00e1s que el sonido fatal de las balas. Nos est\u00e1n matando, se llevan nuestras vidas entre sus manos y no podemos defendernos. Pronto y sin darme cuenta, igual he ca\u00eddo y la muerte implacable entra a mi cuerpo destruyendo todo lo que encuentra a su paso, sin embargo, mi esp\u00edritu le hace frente, alej\u00e1ndola de mi raz\u00f3n.<\/p>\n

Rafael cae justo frente a m\u00ed dej\u00e1ndose vencer, mientras que, a mi lado, yace Pilar, est\u00e1 llorando; tiene miedo, no quiere morir. Ha de pensar en su madre, quien pronto se quedar\u00e1 sola, \u00fanicamente la ten\u00eda a ella y ahora, Pilar abandona este mundo por una bala que le ha perforado el pecho. Le tomo la mano sucia de sangre para que no tema, ha sido una buena mujer. La vida se le ha escapado, pero a\u00fan me aferro a sus dedos, siguen tibios.<\/p>\n

Los p\u00e1rpados me pesan, la agon\u00eda es m\u00e1s fuerte que yo, sin embargo, mi lucidez no est\u00e1 del todo perdida, me quedan energ\u00edas para recordar. \u00bfQu\u00e9 hicimos mal? Nada, nos han condenado a muerte sin concedernos un juicio digno; ya no somos m\u00e1s que bestias, un pu\u00f1ado de ganado rebelde y podrido, nos piensan como enfermedad por querer justicia y libertad, por eso nos matan, por eso se adue\u00f1an de lo \u00fanico que vale en el mundo: la vida.<\/p>\n

Ya voy a morir y pienso por \u00faltima vez en \u00e9l, en Lorenzo. Ayer, el d\u00eda 1 de octubre de 1968, lo vi sin saber que jam\u00e1s volver\u00eda a mirarme en sus ojos. Lo recuerdo suplicante y angustiado, como si supiera que me iban a matar, como si conociera mi fat\u00eddico destino. Me acuerdo de lo que me dec\u00eda en aquel parque de Coyoac\u00e1n.<\/p>\n

\u2014Qu\u00e9date en tu casa, Sara.<\/p>\n

\u2014No, Lorenzo, debo ir con los dem\u00e1s.<\/p>\n

\u2014Por favor, no salgas de tu casa. Algo me dice que las cosas no saldr\u00e1n bien.<\/p>\n

\u2014No importa, no puedo dejarlos.<\/p>\n

\u2014Por lo que m\u00e1s quieras, no vayas ma\u00f1ana, no quiero que te lastimen.<\/p>\n

\u2014No me pidas indiferencia, no me pidas que abandone la causa por la que hemos luchado todos estos meses.<\/p>\n

\u2014\u00a1Por favor, Sara no vayas!<\/p>\n

\u2014Ir\u00e9. Es momento de que escuchen nuestra voz.<\/p>\n

As\u00ed sin m\u00e1s, me di la vuelta y comenc\u00e9 a caminar tan r\u00e1pido como pude, no quer\u00eda que me alcanzara por eso me perd\u00ed entre la gente, aunque todav\u00eda pod\u00eda escuchar sus gritos.<\/p>\n

\u2014\u00a1Sara! \u00a1No vayas! \u00a1No vayas ma\u00f1ana a Tlatelolco!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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