“The woman leans the sadness of her body against the window, tries to look beyond the pear tree. Inside the story, she sees nothing but darkness. She is ungrateful for the luxury of despair.” — Conchitina Cruz Copy Share Image
“Rain is the subject of prayer, the kind gesture of saints. Dear City, explain your irreverence: in you, rain is a visitor with nowhere… — Conchitina Cruz Copy Share Image
“There is a lady dancing on a cracked plate. A withered spider on the carpet. A piano with a full set of yellowed teeth.” — Conchitina Cruz Copy Share Image
“The woman leans the sadness of her body against the window, tries to look beyond the pear tree. Inside the story, she sees nothing… — Conchitina Cruz Copy Share Image
