Texts by Eduardo López Moreno®
Whey drops measure the time in pavilions of malaise and collective pain. Men and women in white wander through corridors besieged by illness and suffering. Rows of beds like a military camp shelter a suffering people who fight day and night to recover the voice and the word that has been taken by a complaint and a lament.
Smells and rumors arrive in stampedes. There is a collective learning of the death and a general teaching to be brave.