Today in class, we were made to understand that the sacada doesn´t exist. There is no such thing. No saca la pierna. The word merely describes an effect. The man projects his leg. He transfers his weight onto the projected leg. He doesn´t do anything to the woman, but his action has an effect on her leg.
Characteristically, I thought, Love is like a sacada. It doesn´t really exist, yet we all know what it feels like. Nobody actually does anything to you. He just stands in front of you and your legs give way.
Now I know what it feels like to be mauled by a lion, I feel complete. I wish I could say more, but I´ve learned my lesson. For the moment.
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