Últimamente me he acordado mucho de Maggie (La gata sobre el tejado de zinc caliente) y de Harper (Ángeles en América), la esposa mormona drogada de pastillas todo el santo día porque no quiere reconocer que su marido es gay. Esto es lo que él le responde cuando le pide explicaciones:
"I had a book of Bible stories when I was a kid. There was a picture I'd look at twenty times every day: Jacob wrestles with the angel. I don't really remember the story, or why the wrestling --just the picture. Jacob is young and very strong. The angel is...a beautiful man, with golden hair and wings, of course. I still dream about it. Many nights. I'm...It's me. In that struggle. Fierce, and unfair. The angel is not human, and it holds nothing back, so how could anyone human win, what kind of a fight is that? It's not just. Losing means your soul thrown down in the dust, your heart torn out from God's. But you can't not lose" (Joe)
Soy yo, en esa lucha, pero ¿cómo podría ganar al ángel alguien humano? ¿qué lucha es ésta?
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“En adelante no te llamarás Jacob, sino Israel, porque has sido fuerte contra Dios y contra los hombres, y le has vencido” (Gen 32, 29).
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