Soy lo que me rodea

Aimless movement has led me to walk for an hour and a half through the streets of Madrid to see a paint mark on a bank building, to travel another body with my hands, to run for two hours in the same room, to feel my heartbeats like the start of the blood’s journey, to think of my grandmother Carmen, to cross fields in Alava looking at the shoots of wheat, the yellow flowers, the ​stones and the footprints of the roe deer.