Cristina Ramos González ~ The Undercurrents
The body is a strange little ecosystem. Moving island sinking inwards. A great portion of the oxygen that we inhale is released by cyanobacteria living in the ocean. Forever entangling our bodies with their microscopical metabolism. The sea’s temperature rises due to the excess of atmospheric CO2, water expands as it warms making shores unstable. The fate of our aquatic kin drains with ours. The ocean manifests her voice, channeling the foam, invoking the absence of all the life that is being lost. The scars of violence are imprinted in the Northern hills of the South.
My words connect with death’s secret, pouring in a feeling of mourning. Water drains in the shape of tears, softly netting a feeling. So delicate and brutal. Tossed by waves, breath moves the sea’s fury. The secret is a sound that reaches the ear before the meaning is grasped. It's a whisper, a gust of wind.