"Una rana emergió del pecho desnudo y recién muerto de mi abuelo, Don Calixto Varas."
José Watanabe

This day I was born or resurrected. I'm not really sure how or when it all started, but I know I've been at this for a while and I know I'll have to do it for a while longer.

I hear her voice in the distance, which is a snort, like a snake warning me; or like water falling from a stream. I am confused and it is not my fault, because here things have another name and another aspect.

No, this is not a fantasy; it is another reality or just a dream, or another life. Here, I will stay a while longer, contemplating you being born from the earth.

This artwork belongs to the collection "7 stories", by Alejandra Her