Lola wanders in her old age, through the olive groves that are transformed by the mysticism of the night, through her own house, through the winding...
Whakauru Koreutu Koreutu, Rapua nga mea katoa Kaore he Panui, Miriona taitara ka taapirihia ia ra, Katoa nga papaaho me te Tino Aroturukihia, Ahakoa hea, ahakoa te wa
