Draped in black
She thinks that the world is small
and the heart is immense.. [ Federico García Lorca]
There’s a festival of books and movies, worlds collapsing and expanding, all inside a flamenco dance. One that doesn’t linger on, the perfect seconds of emotions. No manuscripts, no tangible, no physical evidence tailored/sold/printed, just the recollection of a romance. It’s wild and enchanting, mystical, lost, fleeting, dangling.
The heart is immense – wear it proudly.