Elia Casillas: I don't know what I was playing at

 

I don't know what I was playing at, but good luck was on my side, I took a risk, it was to leave or stay. There were messages, I didn't want to investigate, I closed and covered my ears, my laughter burst out without understanding. Decisions take a second, mine weren't even half time. From somewhere the night advances, everything and nothing happens, the wind is not the same, the smells are confused with the breeze, the sand sways the intense and brilliant color of a luminous algae, there is a living campfire, it is not to think, my feet burn and the tip of my hair still burns in memory. Until dawn, I slept in the peace of hell, embracing that fire.

 

Navojoa, Son. May/7/2022