Spanish version

If I had to explain the times I have seen birds in Victorian dresses come out from behind a mushroom or run, with their wings like little legs, into a hole in a tree that seems ordinary, I would fall short of words. But if you insist I could start talking about how they use the color orange to represent perseverance or that they tie the petals of a flower that is unknown to us, which perfectly imitates silk, perhaps just perhaps lighter, as if the plants of the birds had conversations or kinship with the moon. I also know that hummingbirds dress to enjoy tea, nectar, dew, and that toucans in the middle of the morning decide that their song will be subtle and coordinate that with their black, green or red clothes. At this level of intimacy I will allow myself to tell you about how the orioles do not compete with the king vulture, but they certainly stimulate and push each other to dress and sound in unique ways when they meet, they are a team that together help each other to stand out. Maybe the story of these friends is not mine to tell, maybe it is just a secret to be guessed, but today and here we give ourselves the space to imagine what the birds dream, what they suggest, what they keep hidden.

Text by Juanjo Muñoz Knudsen.

English version

If I had to explain all the times I've seen birds in Victorian dresses come out of a mushroom or run, with their wings as little legs, into the hole of a tree that looks ordinary, I would be short of words. But if you insisted I would start by explaining how they use the color orange to represent perseverance or how they tie the petals of a flower that to us is unknown, that imitates silk perfectly, maybe just more gentle, like if plants and birds had their own conversations or kinship to the moon. I also know that hummingbirds dress up to enjoy their tea, their nectar, their dew, and that toucans at mid-morning determine that their song will be soft and coordinate this with their black, green or red garments. At this degree of intimacy I'll allow myself to tell you about how oropendolas don't compete with the king vulture, but they definitely stimulate and push each other into dressing and singing the way they do, as a team that hand in hand help each other excel. Maybe the story of all these friends is not mine to tell, maybe it's just a secret to intuit, but here and now we give each other the space to imagine what birds dream of, what they imply, what they leave hidden.

Text by Juanjo Muñoz Knudsen.