Juana Penélope. By Sergio Sandes

10 September, 2016|

The needles cross, superimposed, collide.Linking a strand and again, they cross. Two needles and a ball of wool gray. Gray as the sky of the bad omens. In her sixty two years Juana weaves, as all her life she did it. When she is asked what she is weaving the response leaves without delay: "A scarf for him, for when he wake up" Beside [...]