Despojos de la tierra

Abstract

I was born with a scream and I will die in silence. I don't know if my death will be immediate or if it will open an intermediate time before the spirits detach themselves, as if there were still hope that someone might pass by unnoticed and unwittingly return life to us all. For me, it's not just a blind faith that something can still be salvaged, but a prophecy that rises from my very core. I tell myself that story and I tell it to everyone else, but most have grown weary of the feelings they harbor and want to finally be things and nothing more. Even those stained with blood or tears, whose spirits are heavier, have already slowly begun to take flight.