"Flies"

Erica Daniela Acevedo (Colombia)

In a forest. On a normal day, one of those in which the body is given the pleasure of breathing, taking off its shoes and feeling the hardness of the stones, the crackling of the grass; the heat that clings to the earth and that approaches, more and more strongly, from the bowels of that omnipotent sun.

On one of those days, so simple and banal, the interior of the body could be triggered, perpetuate for an instant the pure nature of being (existence) and lose - in the end - its sparkle by being nothing more than the irrevocable prey of a cloud of insects and beings that, even by instinct, have no alternative but to whisper to each limb, to each human form, how perishable one is; how finite life is and how immeasurable the wind is.