Jende likidoa

You can find them in waters far from sea mythology. Captain Ahab and Moby Dick's epic inferno. On par with the common ciccharro or the ciztrina silverfish. They would like to get off the tangent of the water cycle, but they are fish stuck in a round fishbowl. In a bucket full of bleach, in the slimy fluids of the dirty sheets, in the clogged sink, in the case of the rusty pipes... they are there; in everyday life, under liquid love or in dreams that evaporate. Ana and Jon, the frenzied scualido, the fish seller and the bozo, the ladies with the names of the storms, the bean cleaners, the architect of the cliffs with a tattooed map, the writer and Gari Drake, Mai Elkano... The big waters of the liquid half-level explained in small waters. The liquid people are the tide of a liquid society that is shaken, uncertain, without a firm grip. Drop by drop, story by story, which makes up the contemporary sea. The mythological universes of sailors, old harbors and fish have these wet stories that match Bauman's postulates. Evaporated people or, before reaching the age of effervescent people, the testimony of a time when it was liquid.