The sky smells of the tropics, the very flesh of Christ smells and tastes like the pulp of the fruit, somewhat sour and sweet, so exotic that it is unforgivable not to smell it with adoration and the deepest desire. It smells of earth, it smells green, it smells of the country. This is how God must smell, like the fruit that ferments itself and ripens under its intoxicating aroma. […]
An olfactory analogy about what we are in Latin America, a fruit wrapped in mysticism and religion. The meeting of the earthly and sacred as a context to understand and establish relationships with the origin.