We have wrongly become accustomed to furiously fearing the fragility of our bodies. This fragility is so controversial to us that we induce in ourselves the typical, restrained movements that are already tired. Again, and again. The same movements, the fears, the counted exhalations, the subtracted bodies, the blind horizons. But the day comes when we realise that fragility is precious and that the arrhythmia of movement is safe. And we dance, accomplices, in the differences of a shared fall.