“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
