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Calle Chiquita. Mural Al hilo del tiempo
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What would the walls tell us if they were able to talk…What is left from what we were, when everybody has forgotten? The relationship between the tissue with the man, stitched, hand knitted, the human relationships with the textile thing.
Memories which arise fleetingly, chained through the tissues. The fight of the permanence of the memory over the length of time. The importance of remembering where we come from.