Gusano de tierra

In this book, Manuel Hernández Ruiz unfolds a world of primal forces violently expressed: fires, prayers, walls, trees and, again, fires. One opens this book brimming with colors and feels the flames come out, consuming our eyelashes and eyebrows, burning our pupils and then settling inside us in a precarious defensive structure, a temporary refuge, aware of its insufficiency, but defiant; a night camp erected to defend against the demons and unspeakable monsters that are the true masters of the world. There is an awareness in the sometimes smudged, sometimes tidier images, of the mysterious and inexplicable presences that throb in the darkness, their joy, aggression and power, and also the possibilities we have of surviving in that wild and inhospitable environment thanks to our wits, our prayers, our rage and our strength.