Poncia. Lolita Flores

In the midst of a dense fog storm, Poncia, Bernarda Alba's maid, murmurs in the courtyard, praying for Adela's death. The house is enveloped in a sepulchral silence. Poncia speaks alone, between entreaties and reproaches, addressing both heaven and the women locked in the house. Her words are lost in the mist, while the wind seems to carry with it the wailing of the women. But no sound breaks the silence that reigns in the mansion, and Poncia's voice resounds like a lonely echo in the darkness.