Penelope

Penelope Since forever, Penelope's story has been circular. Nightime weaving that the sun unweaves… a cycle of eternal return, an infinite melody about the meaning of the universe, time and space. A tapestry of life and death. Penelope; an olive bud, covered with marine skins tanned with exotic flowers, salt, and wine vapors. Between feats and sirens, she awaits. They say on the coast, that a fisherman stopped his watch one afternoon. Goodbye my love, don't cry for me, I'll be back at dawn, when my nets are full of fish. Think of me, I'll come back for you… verses more, words less, that was the voice of Odysseus when he said goodbye to Penelope and went to Troy.