2020 in visual smells – Week 1
Within a week he shares the end of one year and the beginning of the next, I met the night of year end, a white dove death on the street Sant Sever, next to the wall of the Generalitat of Catalonia.
I do not know why he died, although it does not matter, but the color chosen to symbolize peace, made me come to life in this 2019 the poor animal accompanied the thousands missing in the devastation of the Amazon, Africa and Australia; people of all ages who have been deprived of fundamental rights and life itself, in the form of wars, kidnappings legal, refugee camps forgotten, of drowned backs turned and ignorant masculinity.
I do not know why the white dove died, but we all know and that has made all the other dead.
Hopefully we weigh arms folded and not cede to the normalization of the petrification of humanity.