I have at home a sheet of Virginia Bersabé, an ecijana artist whom I admire deeply. In it, the aging hands of a woman place jasmine on a pierce. I can almost smell them, and if I keep my eyes, I move to the garden of my grandmother’s house in summer.
“We are going to take a handful and put it on the nightstand at night, that this frightens the mosquitoes,” he said before bedtime. I doubted that this frightened the mosquitoes, rather suspected otherwise, but I loved to share with my grandmother that little ritual, because it was ours.
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