A monxa e o grumete

Where the meanders of the Miranda live in the gills of the trout, the air of the Terra Brava insists on healing the landings of the alustro that have made of a skin the map of the most atonal melancholy, Pedro and María de Miranda Ribadeneyra learned to build at the same time their most licit devesos, in spite of the lightnings of filth trying to tear apart their lamentations. This is the painting of a story properly rescued from family memory, strictly based on real events, except for those fragments and images that are not. A chronicle of rural and dark Galicia at the beginning of the Modern Age, an analysis of people's fevers and a road trip announcing the sanctity of some men, and a woman, who only tried to explain themselves through the light of their instinct. The trajectory of a nun and a cabin that still serves for us to build an island filled with where to put the flag that paints all the colors of the rainbow.