The island of pomegranates and lemon. The old churchbell. A castle. A garden. Soft hands. Homecoming. I soak into an ancient sadness, the embrace of my eternal lover. The hole of the universe awakenging inside my body. Dancing slowly in circles. Why did I come to this island? Ancestral root tree. The ocean of ancestors, the humming river, stones, mountains. We descend into the womb of the earth, fertile soil, the crown of sadness. A sanctuary for all souls. As night turns to day, in the in-betweens we share our songs, lost longings and dreams. La Mandorla.