“On. Yet not exploding.
I look at the provocation between my claws and wait for the first twink. I shake like a spark up the stick expecting the explosion. In the distance, panic arouses your perfect pose and turns your success into a very thin thread of smoke. The air smells like burnt powder. This fire does not go off, it doesn’t celebrate anything anymore, it only extends the self-delusion. When i move i expect you to run towards my roaring; danger is not where announced.
Look at me, would you like to stroke my back?”
Dirección e interpretación: Álvaro Frutos.
Colaboración especial: Lucía Vázquez.
Música: Sylvain Robine.
Voz en off: Cipri López.
Fotografía: Luis Castilla.