Cuando las pulgas abandonan el cadáver

When it has lost heat, the post-mortem rigidity of a kitten produces a massive exodus of blood-suckers that go to earth to wait for new hosts: “There is nothing else to do here". That diaspora probably produces sounds. Imagining being in the middle of that whirlwind, I composed pseudo-organic, variable, fricative sounds that arise from the low registers of the bass clarinet and cello, which through various techniques, produce sounds that are close to electroacoustic. At the same time, electronics, in a fixed format, extend those sonorities mainly through granular synthesis. The piece intends to listen to rotting processes, abandoning one's own and reterritorialisation.