When do we stop communicating? We can remember that once people used to exchange words like bricklayers, who pass bricks from hand to hand and pile them in homes and workshops. We are sure that the vibrations of the air that we call words meant, that is, they carried the contents to the ears of others and they were assimilated as food, and returned full of meaning to be our food, and that is how we lived, and that is how we died, while now Dying it no longer makes sense, because perhaps this silence began precisely when we denied the meaning of death. But the question remains, when did we lose the possibility of mutual understanding? In any case, many years ago, although to the elderly, who accumulate decades, thirty or forty years seem like a trifle, and to us it seems that the last century has just passed.

We say we read lips, but they remain closed, both for a word and for a scream and a kiss, open only for a bite and a bite.

Yes, I remember when I said dust, capulí, cake, pants, doll, book, it was hard and the word seemed to contain suffocation, black color, sweet. But at a certain moment that I cannot identify, I simply know that there was a moment in which we realized that the grass, the floripondio, the trip, the mountain, the ball, were no longer the same, although they remained the same, green, fragrant, elusive, round. It was like assigning to an indecipherable murmur the code of all things and suggesting that we understood each other. We have lost our speech, we have lost our speech and we say we speak. As I progress through this text, the inflections of the verb to do increase uncontrollably, everything seems to be similar, and if I fail to say it, it is because of an effort to avoid redundancy, although redundancy is inevitable in this matter of impression, because when we deviate from It was that at the time when we began to believe that resemblance, appearance, semblance, is the same as being, that being.

And then not even a murmur reached us. We say we read lips, but they remain closed, both for a word and for a scream and a kiss, open only for a bite and a bite. So we orient ourselves to what they seem to be saying or what they seem to be saying, so now we only confirm what’s cute, what’s fun, what’s boring, what’s true, no content, pure gender neutral words that taste like smoke. That’s why many emigrated to the icy multi-family family, or isolated themselves in the white palace of the untouchables, or hid in the caves of the crystal mountain range, or locked themselves in the soundproof death chamber, while others in fear rushed along the cliff of the snowy peak of fury in hope. that they will grow wings on the way to the ground. Those who remained built colosseums with walls decorated with incomprehensible frescoes, inside which the crowd, who have lost their voice, bark or bleat, fall on their faces before priests whom they sometimes adore, sometimes despise. Moss, stone, llamas, lava and vapors passing over the sea died out. We are left with only fog and waiting silence. (OR)