Original subtitles

It is said that in ancient Sardinia, the seventh daughter of a woman

was "sa coga", a witch.

According to the most superstitious,

"sa coga" can transmute into any animal.

Sardinia, 1929

It's almost midnight.

To me it's a girl.

A boy, a boy...

Keep still!

Come on, my Gavina...

Come on, Gavì, I can already see the head.

Push, Gavì! And you'll see, this time it'll be a fine little boy.

Marianna! Come back here!

Push! Gavì!

A tragedy! It's a girl...

And the seventh. The witch.

The Land of Women

Seven years later

Look what I brought you!

Eat up, Fidè, it's good for your spirit!

I made it for you in school this morning.

What's written here?

"Fi-de-la..."

"...e Ma-ri-an-na."

Fidè, didn't water tell you that dolls are only for casting evil spells?

If I catch you playing with dolls again, I'll hang you by the neck!

So Marianna, did you gobble down the whole lamb?

Let her be... Starting now, she has to learn how to be a mother.

You're so beautiful, Marianna! Go to dad to take a picture.

Are you dancing too?

- Drink up! - No, ma, please. Not today!

You'll drink it anyway, you have to drink the blood here

and not steal it from newborn babies!

You want to become a good witch, don't you?

And this ivy too, so good for evil spirits! Do you get it?

Why don't you let Fidela be? She gave birth to Bortigalesa.

You always do what your mother wants!

Mario, mum says that she really has the gift.

At least she knows how to straighten her up.

She's always wet, as if we don't have any water at home.

And people see that...

Let's go take the picture.

- Everybody in? - Only my mother is missing.

- What about Fidela? - Don't you see how dirty she is?

- She didn't get dirty by herself. - Be quiet.

Think about how many pictures we'll take for your wedding.

Look! The minor witch is starting.

Marià, hurry up, come here!

But are you really sure?

Look Fidé... Mama's right.

If I don't get my blessings, no one's ever gonna marry me.

Try anyway.

I feel this place has power.

The wine boy's already here. See how I called him right away?

You go help Marianna!

Fidé... Come here...

Wanna give a kiss to dad?

- Good morning, Mrs. Gavì. - Antò, put them there please.

How is your husband feeling?

The Lord is calling him.

- Wait here and I'll go get your money. - I'm here.

When you reach Genova, take the train all the way to Antwerp.

Yes, Ma.

From the station you can walk to the address of the lady who'll hire you.

- Mom, the doctor's gonna help me. - Let's hope so.

If not, I'll be a miner like my cousins.

Go and do your very best,

'cause I still have the richest trousseau of all waiting for you.

- Hurry up! The train is leaving. - Go!

So now I shoudn't bring you wine anymore...

No, Antò, dad was the only one in the family who drank it.

So what can I do to see you from now on?

Tickets please!

- Hurry up, Fidé! - Excuse me...

I'll leave 'em here.

Cover up! Tits are only good for females.

You think I didn't notice how that wine boy looks at you?

And why do you think he's looking like that, eh?

Maybe he cares for me.

No man can care for you, Fidé... Because you're a disgrace.

All your blessings, they should've gone to Marianna, not you.

You have the smell of my house...

Dumì, there's Antonio.

Careful Antonio, she can make your penis fall off.

And then she'll use it to make a soup.

That little bastard girl is still here?

- She's done nothing. - Shut up, you whore!

Were you there, under the bombs?

And in that hospital with that smell of shit?

You were fucking around like a rabbit,

and making me find at home this blonde bastard girl...

I thought you were dead...

They'll see you dead, you and that one there,

unless you bring this family back to what it was before.

Do you understand?

I had six daughters. Six.

And six daughters is what I want to have.

Take her wherever the fuck you want.

Let's hope people forget the nonsense with Antonio.

I'll do what you want, ma, to gain their respect.

So do your best to learn how to help these people.

Grandma gave me this, for when you were ready to understand it.

Study it like your Ave Maria.

Go with God, you've a long way ahead of you.

Susanna begat Anna, and Anna begat Mary,

and Mary begat Jesus, and never another jinx between us.

Antwerp, Belgium

Wait here, please.

Excuse me, Miss.

Sorry, that's...

I'm sorry...

She is so like... my sister.

- Your sister? - Yes, Fidela.

Your sister... Sorry, is your sister here, with you?

No...

Miss Marianna!

- Nice to meet you. - You speak Italian!

Dr. Stevens told me everything about you.

But I imagine that you don't know much about me.

I know you study waters and the long-lived people.

- You've met James, my son? - Yes.

As I was explaining to James,

the Sardinian people are one of the longest-lived in the world.

Mr. Mamoto, I don't wish to be impolite...

But I'm here regarding my menses. I want to have a child.

I know. To find your cure,

you may have to travel no further than your front door.

My front door...

God above, I've never performed any spells,

even if I've figured out how to do the evil eye.

I miss Marianna, you take care of her.

There was a spell under his bed, Mrs. Porqué...

Someone wants bad things for you.

...our glorious Maria,

in the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

God did not wish to save you.

Did you burn it?

Yes. A woman made it. But the house is safe.

- Did you find more? - No.

Fidela... hurry up!

Tell me, Don Marcé.

Remember Marianzela, the one who left town?

She called me about her daughter.

Not to baptize her, as she should have done...

But to say, without the least bit of shame, that the poor girl

is the child of a foreigner!

I walked 10 km with the cow to listen to gossip, Don Marcé?

You have to be her "soul mother", as you all say here.

You have to be her mother.

- Me? - Marianzela told me she wants you!

No, Don Marcé, no!

She's a seventh daugher, like you.

Unless she's with you,

she'll be thrown in a ditch and fed to the hogs...

She's a seventh girl. And she has to go to you.

Let me think it over.

Yes, good. You're a treasure!

Bastiana, come!

There's a surprise for you!

Look at that! Look what's here. You see?

I had the cow come here! Don Marcello always keeps his word.

And so now you have to come to church, the both of you... Take care!

- So for you it's all done like this? - And how was I supposed to fix it?

Fidé, I have too many things to do, I have the church...

And also the blessed Sardinian language to learn...

We're not gonna take the doll at least?

Cows don't like dolls.

- Nice! What's its name? - Bortigalesa.

Is this where we stay for the vacation?

It's not a vacation. This is home.

- What is this? - Drop it!

What an ugly stain!

What's your job?

I tan animal hides, speak with water and I help babies to be born.

And where are your babies?

My baby is now you.

I already have a mama.

She doesn't want you anymore. Otherwise you wouldn't be here.

She doesn't want me anymore because I have this hair?

Eat the ivy.

Are you sad because everyone was crying at Mr. Porqueddu's funeral?

Lower your voice. Yes.

How come you're always the first to sing?

I lead the souls to where they have to go. Be quiet.

I like it a lot when you sing. You're the best.

Fidé, take a few things to fix up that house, that still looks like a cave!

- How was Porqueddu's funeral? - It's a funeral, Ma.

- Nothing to be done? - The curse was commissioned.

It was his sister-in-law! She's a bad one.

Cut his hair and then sent him an evil eye!

Who wants too much, in the end loses both the milk and the pot!

She's Marianzela's daughter?

You thought they wouldn't tell me anything?

Go play, Bastià!

But maybe she's an evil witch and agrees to kill people.

She's not your blood, what do you know?

Stop, Ma, she can hear you!

Don't bring her to my house anymore, if you don't mind.

I raised two ingrates, you and your sister

who's forgotten where she was born.

Whereas I like what Marianna's writing!

She's not coming back because of you! You never change.

Look... they're getting married.

Did you not even know this, Fidè?

Duminiga and that friend of yours Antonio...

You don't know this either?

You're playing with a doll?

If you'd been born with dark hair maybe you'd still be with your mum!

But you're with me and tonight you're going to sleep in the cellar!

Hello, baby tiger!

What a beautiful house!

Hey! This is my house!

Sorry...

Peace, friends! Maybe we can share the house.

I've... I've already met you!

Yes, baby tiger. My name is Thomas. And yours?

Bastiana, yes! Are we also friends now?

Why do you have that thing on your head?

Because I'm a soldier. I'm a figher. You know what a figher is?

Oh, yes... I think you know. You're a fighter too!

I hope, Bastiana... I hope that you're a good fighter.

I think I have to go, baby tiger.

You know what that is, a baby tiger? "Tigrotto".

It's not true that dolls bring trouble and I'm not blonde anymore.

Nevertheless, your mother won't come to pick you up.

Bastiana, let's play a game.

"Acchiappa pudda".

You have to try to catch a slow chicken and bring it to me right away.

- I haven't seen you two in church. - Caught!

You have problems with that?

People murmur and the thunderbolt is tremendous!

You have to baptize her now. To save her soul.

You worry about your own soul and I'll look after hers.

Why?

You have to learn, Bastià,

that death comes for all, animals and Christians alike.

But if you listen to me, you can make even chickens live longer.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done...

Seven years later

Giuseppa's funeral was more beautiful with that Ave Maria sung...

Don Bachisio knew how to fill our hearts. This one no!

He doesn't even shave his beard...

Excuse me, Fidé, but what did I get wrong this time?

I thought I said everything as you told me.

Now who might this be?

- She's my sister, Don Marcé. - She's very nice, but...

You must be the new priest.

Always new... Let's say "new"...

Good morning!

That one turned silly...

She brings two strangers here, just for an easy scandal!

And dressed that... Not even at carnival!

- Mom! - Marià...

So fancy... even too much!

They like the car, they like the colour.

Look at this church!

That should be Marianna's sister.

Stop!

Marià, I'm sorry that nothing could be done in Belgium.

Don't worry, Fidé. It's all over. I have other plans now.

- How are you? - I'm ok. Always with that one there!

How many do I need for it to work?

The Hunza women would follow the seasonality,

as far as I could tell, but anyway, the real secret is water!

I failed to understand how wonderfully strong your sister is.

So did I...

Thank you, director.

I will do my best not to betray your trust.

And it will be nice for you too, when you get home

and your wife smells like strawberry tree helichrysum...

Of course. Meanwhile, you and your mother start production,

then come back and see me with your husband.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

So... How was it?

James, do you like me?

Yeah, of course! What do you mean?

- You know I like you, right? - Yes.

Why are you saying this?

- Marry me. - Marianna, please...

Marianna, please, just stop. Stop asking, please.

I don't understand. I'm not ugly, right?

I'm not saying that.

We can do love. Just try. Maybe then you'll like me, please!

Marianna, please. Why can't you understand? I...

James!

Excuse me...

No, thanks.

Even if we don't screw, you have to fork over the money.

Sing this for me.

Madame, forgive the intrusion, but

I can't understand how such a fine, elegant lady

can smoke so freely in the middle of the street.

I hope you do not do so in front of your children...

Finish inside.

And do not worry, you will never see me again.

- What's wrong, baby tiger? - I'm not a baby tiger!

Any plans for this afternoon?

- Come on, give me your hand. - Thank you.

Hello!

I wonder if this job still inspires you.

You always say hello now?

Come on... you wanna learn something about photography now, don't you?

Go, go, trust yourself, baby tiger!

Baby tiger!

Sorry about that, my bad. Tiger, tiger...

Did you realize it's wrong for them to be sleeping here?

Who do you want to buy here?

How old-fashioned you are, mom. Who's going to care?

So this Belgium has really hurt you.

Your voice changed too. You seem dumb.

And you made a fool of yourself in the bank.

Even your father never asked for a penny.

And you, cursing your family name...You've gone mad!

Auntie, I'd love studying here today...

So can I tell him that I like photography?

So... men come and go like it's nothing!

I'm gonna straighten up that bad girl!

Close the curtain!

They're so beautiful!

Have you ever met any female professional photographers?

Or are women only subjects?

No, I haven't yet, but there are bound to be some.

You're not his son.

No. He adopted me from an orphanage in England.

You're lucky you have him.

I speak English, but I've never travelled anywhere.

Did the soldier teach you?

Someone should tell him the war ended a while ago. Sorry.

I've seen that some women here are always dressed in purple.

How come?

Only Fidela and I dress like this and I don't really know why.

Do you... Do you mind putting those up there for me?

Close the...

You, move!

Very glad to meet you!

Why did you cause a scandal, like your aunt?

- They called me at home. - I didn't do anything.

Locked up in a dark room with a man?

It's how photographs are developed, Fidé.

I want to learn!

That's a man's work. You can't do it, got it?

What's so bad? Wanting to do a man's job or being together with one?

That's how things are, Bastià.

Who puts these crazy ideas in your head?

I thought we had an agreement, or am I wrong?

What is this photography business?

Do you understand?

You can't set her against me.

No, it's just...

- She is growing up... - Yes, but she's growing up here.

So she has to grow my way.

Yes...

Want some cheese?

You know...

Let me explain something. Sit down, please.

It's a bit of a mess inside.

You do understand my language, don't you? No?

- Ok. I'll talk slowly... - Slowly.

Every single month, I desperately wanted to go to America with her.

I did all I could to adopt her. I could never do it.

You and me, we are not really that different, you know?

You have to be her mom. And I? I have to be her friend.

That's the way it has to be.

Did you understand?

Was it a little fast?

Sorry.

You and I didn't have a choice.

But she can.

You see this?

- Are there really boats that big? - Yes.

Even much bigger.

Wanna have it? Here...

Take it!

Fidé!

Fidela!

Careful Antonio, she can make your penis fall off.

And then she'll use it to make a soup.

Why don't you tell him, Fidela about all the things you can do?

Go away, bad witch!

You're the last person I should turn to for help,

but I don't want another son from that filthy piece of shit.

Worse for you. You chose to marry him!

No, you don't understand. You have to help me.

He's fucking my sister.

Are you sure? If it's a lie, I'll kill you.

- You're less than three months? - Yes...

Come back in two days, I'll gather up some parsley by San Giovanni.

- Fidela... - What now?

Both of them need to die.

You're out of your mind, Dumì!

Don't even think about it. That one is still your sister...

What if it happened to you?

If it happened to me, then I'd be the one they hanged!

In Belgium didn't you make any San Giovanni water?

They don't have the fields we have here.

- I have to tell you something... - Tell me.

Do you remember Duminiga, Antonio's wife?

- Yes. - She asked me for an abortion.

I was thinking that maybe you could take her son,

and raise it as if he was your own.

This way you're happy, she is, the baby and I as well.

You think I'm going to take another woman's reject?

I want to give birth to my son.

Because having a son means giving birth to it.

Otherwise you might as well get a dog.

Ask yourself if you really want this, or if it is only mom's wish.

You are raising Bastiana as if she were your own?

Before you think of my devils, think of yours.

James!

James! Marianna told me you were here.

I'm so sorry about what happened in the dark room.

Your mother doesn't want you around me.

She's not my mother. She's like... what do you call it?

A kind of foster mother? I don't know where my mother is.

Maybe I'm like you.

Orphans.

Two orphans.

Why did she adopt you?

Doesn't she have any children of her own?

No. Well... Truth is, I don't really know why.

She doesn't talk much, except to tell me what I'm doing wrong.

Can I?

Sure.

She doesn't have photographs from when she was younger.

She says, "Photographs steal the soul".

I think it's because she's afraid... Afraid to look at herself.

And so, no photographs.

And in the end, by being with her, I don't have any, either.

Maybe that's also why I'd like to learn to take my own.

Steady... I think I'll take that.

That's... well... Maybe I can teach you something.

Next time, maybe wear something less dangerous.

Long skirts and cameras, they don't mix.

May I come in?

Incredible these shepherds...

They're more than 90 years old and look at their strength, in the rain.

Lucky old shepherds with no menstrual problems!

I thought that inviting you I would have your complete attention.

We accepted your invitation because you insisted so much.

I've been following your instructions, but I haven't seen progress.

It's not like I have all that much time left anymore...

Chew and swallow,

diarrhea for him and abortion for her...

At this hour he's always at work, I swear!

Did you come to fuck Fidè?

Rest Dumì, I'll take care of this animal here.

Piece of shit!

- Open up. - What's this stink?

- What are you giving me? - Mangy dog!

This is why you never, ever push sisters against each other.

Fidè!

We would've been real fine, me and you...

You're different from the others.

May your cock drop to the ground!

- I only want to dress comfortably... - Stop it and cover yourself!

I'll cover myself all right. With this...

So now you even dress up like a man.

You don't needs tits. Put the strips on.

No, not like a man. Like a modern woman. Because that's what I am.

And who cares that you're a woman?

- Someone cares. - Nobody cares, Bastià.

No, somebody's interested.

Evil woman! I should've listened to mama.

Leave you in the middle of a street.

Why didn't you leave me? At least I would've had a life!

Instead I'm here with you, just an ignorant!

That's the answer of people who have nothing in their head.

I was once your age too...

But sooner or later you have to learn

that women like us cover themselves with dresses.

Who decided that I had to be like you?

Nobody asked you to come and get me.

You're only 15 and you think you know everything.

But it's not so.

Hey, tiger... What's happened?

Are we sheep now?

Take me to her! My mother!

- Why are you asking me, tiger? - Come on...

Fidela loves you deeply, you know.

You're my father! Do this for me!

Come on...

Breathe, darling...

Also sheep can breathe. Yes, slowly...

How did it happen, between you and my mom?

War has casualties, you know?

Love, sometimes, is one of them.

Your mother thought her husband was dead.

Things happened between us...

But he came back.

And I never left.

- Bastiana! - Leave me!

Let me take you home!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone, all of you!

Marianna!

I'll finish it later, Ma, don't worry!

Who do I belong to?

- Who do I belong to? - Bastià!

Bastià...

I can't believe it!

The experiment doesn't work.

I don't see any change in your urine.

It's years I've been fucking every man to get pregnant.

Calm down Marianna...

My field of study is longevity, not psychosis.

Your stubborness is senseless.

And speak to me with the same respect that I have for you, please.

I'm talking to you the way you deserve.

Please, Fidela, don't empty the whole font, I have a mass later.

It's all yours, Don Marcello. I can't do anything these days.

The more I want to tell her that she's become pretty, that she's smart,

that I don't want her to suffer,

the more I say bad things that make her cry and think the opposite.

Fidé, you should be happy.

'Cause you have something inside!

Don Marcè, I'm not a bad witch.

You know when I felt like that?

Only as a boy while playing with lizards.

I'd look at them while piece by piece they'd shed their skin.

Now I feel like that old dead skin.

All this because I was ugly.

My mom used to say that I could only become a priest.

Wasn't this supposed to be my confession?

Yes, and I was going to ask you,

what does it take to express love?

A tiny gesture, a flower, a sweet, a gift.

Have you ever given a sheep to Bastiana?

No, Don Marcè...

You're the one who gave me a gift.

Bastiana is the most beautiful thing I have.

And change them as soon as you get there,

otherwise she'll force you to do it in the middle of the night.

What's that face, Bastià?

If Marianna's already there, why do I have to go?

Because it's right.

- You know she doesn't want me. - That's only your idea.

Then you go...

And who makes the evil eye medicine? You?

That shoe has been in the house two days, hurry up!

And change your face too, Bastià!

- You think she's gonna get better? - We'll see...

Hurry up! Go!

Why are you already back from...

Hello, I just wanted to ask if it was possible...

It's not possible. No respect at all.

They think they can be the island masters.

One more photograph of you.

You already have these without permission.

Permission?

No, that you didn't even have permission for these.

I just want one more here, where you work.

- Shall you? - Ok, but quickly beacause I'm busy.

- Come on. - Thanks.

I want to take this photograph with you.

It's my mom.

That child is me.

- Are you this child? - Yes.

Can we...?

Can we take a picture here?

Yes, light is better.

Thanks.

- Here? - Yes.

Thank you.

Don't worry, it's just the lid. Makes a funny noise.

And also these...

- As the picture. - Like her.

Do you mind?

Do you miss her?

Yes.

Come, come and sit here.

It's extraordinary. You're the same.

She looks a bit like me.

No... Don't you see? You're the same.

You can be the same.

Everything... Sorry. The same...

And the hand and the mark, the birthmark...

The stain. That's strange.

It's the same, almost the same.

It's a timer... I don't know how to say that in Italian.

- Could I hold you? - Like him?

- Please... - No.

Promise me you won't ever leave me. Promise me you'll never leave me again.

- You won't leave me again, please... - No!

I love you!

- Go away! - Right... I'm sorry.

Go away!

Fidè!

Gavina died!

Are you ok?

Did you understand?

Your mother died.

- It has just moved, Fidé! - No.

- It moved! - I didn't notice that.

- Yes, it moved. - Come on, Bastià, you're not ready.

But how? I'm locked in here learning everything by heart!

Helichrysum and lentiscus, good for scars and purifications with prayers.

Then, after the medicine has worked, I tell him "God wanted to save you".

However, in my opinion, people put the evil eye just because they are unhappy.

Why don't you just learn the job, Bastià?

- We don't get rewarded for it. - You want them to pay you?

They don't even have to thank you. It's not why it's done.

Fidè, come here!

Sorry to bother you but... Maddalena was looking for you.

- Do you mean Marianna? - Yes.

She says the Japanese man is in bed with a bad fever.

He looks like he's possessed by a demon.

Don't move. We're mourning.

Yes, for two months now. This mourning only applies to me?

I said no! You think I don't know why you want to come along?

I don't trust her.

Tie her to the holm oak.

Bastiana, come here! I need to speak with you, come on, come here.

Stay here.

-Is he in his room? -Yes, but he's not listening to anyone.

Have no mercy, at least for once.

You're the one who should show mercy. You brought him here!

He's no good, he only made me waste precious time.

Now he even wants to go with the shepherds.

We had an agreement and he couldn't care less...

You know what needs to be done.

Sorry.

He's sick. I don't know what happened.

We need a doctor.

- I need a doctor. - A doctor?

I am the only doctor here. Go away...

Can you understand?

Please, I need you to save him...

Yes, I'll help him... but you must go away,

from me, the island, Bastiana... Go away!

I don't want to leave.

Let me stay...

If you don't go, I kill him... Go away.

Ok... just save him.

I'm very sorry.

Go away!

What are you doing to him?

Why don't you answer me?

You went abroad to act like a continental woman, Marià.

You've learned English, too...

But in the end you're like all the other sick animals in this town.

What were you thinking, that he would get you to menstruate at your age?

Or were you expecting the Holy Spirit? Like the Madonna?

James!

I made this last night.

It's a Santa Lucia Eye.

- It's to protect him. - Give it to Mamoto then.

- Where are you going? - I have to leave!

You're leaving him here, alone?

He's not alone. Fidela is with him.

I don't want you to leave.

Have this.

Well, how It found her I really don't know. I ignore it.

But I suppose that when It came from the sky to save all of us,

I imagine It found her in an appropriate position.

With her arms raised up to heaven.

Yes, that could be...

So if It comes down from heaven,

I sit on the altar, the highest point in church.

No, not the altar. The altar is a sacred place, out of bounds...

Ok... I'll give you five minutes.

Just be grateful I don't have to say mass today.

We're the chosen ones, Don Marcello,

God has chosen us for this miracle.

Don't you want everyone to remember you as a Saint?

Don't you want them to forget Don Bachisio forever?

But... Maddalena, did you dream that the Virgin talked to you?

I mean...

Did she tell you that you were blessed...

in a dream?

I'm the one Don Marcé...

All right then...

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

May the Holy Spirit be with me!

And so? That's it?

Come, Holy Spirit,

send to her from Heaven a ray of your light.

Warm that which is frozen.

Straighten that which is skewed.

Not what you think...

Marianna only wanted to get pregnant...

And so she came here.

Did you drink it?

We have to go, Bastià.

I'll take care of you.

Don't ask me anything...

Two months later

Maria, God may save you, because you're full of grace.

You're the gem of grace and its source.

Fidela, you are an ancient soul, the soul of water.

God wanted to save you.

Your documents.

And these are gifts from the town's widows.

As you know, I don't wear clothes from the dead.

But I think this looks about your size.

It may be ok.

- Michael Carter. - Oh yeah, Michael Carter.

He was a great soldier and a very good friend of mine.

What's Bastiana doing? She's happy?

Yes. You know, when she sets her mind to something, no one can stop her.

You really don't wanna tell me?

- Who did it? - It doesn't matter now.

Not even to me?

There is no danger anymore. Trust me, Thomas.

You know, I could...

I think this is also yours and I think this is yours, all yours...

This is mine.

Wow! The real tiger!

Ready? It's late.

Fidela's left already. She's waiting for us.

Ok, let's go then.

You go ahead, I've got to go and do something for Fidela first, ok?

Ok...

- Where's your suitcase? - I'll get it later, dad.

It's nice you're really my dad now.

Hurry up, says dad!

Don't be late!

CRAZY WHORE

I want you to see what they did at Marianna's shop.

It always ends badly, Bastià,

when you only think about the judgment of others.

And you never wonder who you really are.

But you already know this.

But you don't know how bad some people can be

when you let them decide for you.

I've always told you that pictures steal away the soul.

But it's not true.

They preserve everything instead.

I told you, we have got a big boat!

Now you know why I wasn't strong enough to tell you that.

Because I was afraid you would give up on love too.

I know you'll be a thousand times better than me,

a modern woman in pants that are more comfortable

or a witch with the strength of Mother Earth.

- Thomas. - Yes?

She isn't coming.

How do you know it?

- We did so much to leave... - I just know it, Thomas.

I'm her mother, she doesn't need to leave.

We know how she is.

It seems like yesterday,

when I found you playing with obsidian stones.

You said they were swallows.

You'd throw them high in the air and get upset when they wouldn't fly.

You were so funny, it was a struggle to hold in the laughter.

I've often dreamt to see you like any other girl.

But in your eyes, those eyes of two different colors,

there is the light that purifies what is wrong.

You are the soul of fire, my sweet Bastiana.

So, please, free me...

May your baby enjoy all his nine moons.

Now I know who I am, mama,

and I free you from this pain.

I'll miss you.

Help me! Fidela has fallen down.

She has fallen down into the sea!

Bastiana, I feel a new springtime in my heart.

Know that we'll be waiting for you. All three of us.

But I also want you to be what you choose to be,

whatever that might mean, and no matter where you are...

He's... She's with me.

Thank you for teaching me what love is.

She has transformed...

Fidela has turned into them!

Look there!

Mama, God wanted to save you.

The Land of Women