The pain resembles the backwash that comes and goes with languor, without languishing, on the hieratic rock that fulfills its role of whipping boy. She overwhelms it almost every time and, if she misses her shot, if she does not completely subdue the rock in the moment, she never resigns herself, she always regains her momentum and, as a kind of feint , bypasses it, surrounds it, embraces it and hugs it the next time!