The Body of Chocolate
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The body and chocolate found each other a long time ago, wandering through the waters of the Stygian lagoon, and in their relationship, they created habit, symbiosis; then addiction and later reveries.
 
Stuck in flesh, ecstatic and silent, is the seed. Sometimes at the tip of the tongue, on the extreme of pronunciation. The seed became body when extending its branches, a body in repose awaiting action; it transforms and rediscovers itself every time it imagines images of future memory; the shell bursts and it roots itself up to the knees, expanding its flavor of flesh, vanilla grain coffee. Depending on the element one craves drink or food. Democratic chocolate is consumed with the gods or the monks, children or the elderly, with bolillo, Concha or Remedios, with the birth or the dead, with corn, chili or axiote, maybe even epazote.
 
The mystery of its essence is revealed through colors and flavors, and it is definitely nourishment, makes me wake up from happiness: I don’t want antidepressants because I have an aphrodisiac that I can cover myself in, not only as food, but also as clothing, toy, affection and effect of pleasure.
 
To witness the origin of so much within an oblong universe which fits well between two pleading hands: cloister that gravitates over the sleeping animal heat that the fertile soil has. Sensory earthquake which in time interprets the look of the child that chews happily and hears the unheard, stories of dogs tied with Longaniza, as long as stories of the money that was given in cacao. Pure alchemy, result of the mixture of new sensations and ancient memories, which from time to time, even gives us goosebumps. 

Roberto Campos Hernández, Emilio Converso Menasse, Alejandro Gómez Suárez, Ignacio Granados Valdéz, Mirna Manrique Herrera, Laura Martínez, David Nava Suárez, Sylvia Nancy Ojeda, Dulce María Ortiz Astorga y César Sandoval Santiago.
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