The body of chocolate

The body and chocolate have long been found, wandering through the waters of the River Styx, and in their relationship they created customs, symbiosis—then addiction and subsequent dreams.

Placed inside the flesh, ecstatic and silent, is the seed. Sometimes at the tip of the tongue, at the end of the pronunciation.

The seed became a body by extending its branches, a resting body awaiting action. It is transformed and rekindled every time you imagine imagining images of future memory. The shell is broken and is rooted up to the knees, expanding its flavor of meat, coffee vanilla bean

Depending on the element you crave drink or food.

Democratic chocolate is taken with the gods or monks, with children or with the old.

The mystery of its essence is revealed between colors and flavors, and it is that it is nourishment, it wakes me up with happiness.

With a bolillo (mexican bread similar to baguette), shell or remedies, with childbirth or with death. With corn, chili or axiote cuisines, perhaps with epazote (Mexican herb).

I do not want antidepressants, or to fill myself up with aphrodisiacs, not only as food, also as clothes, a toy, affection and an effect of pleasure.

To witness the origin of so much in an oblong universe that fits well between two praying hands: cloister that rests on the heat of the sleeping animal that the fertile earth holds.

A sensorial earthquake that in time interprets the look of the child who is happily chewing.

Pure alchemy, the result of the mixture of new sensations and ancient memories, which from time to time, gives us goosebumps.