My notebook talks about a great mother, high and rocky - the mountain - who welcomes andembraces her people as the Madonna della Misericordia. In the highest part she touches the sky, where the feminine and masculine principles meet. Heilide Mutte is the name I chose for her, lady of the woods and waters, the places where I grew up. For her, I invented prayers and songs combining the zimber and latin language, imagining a funeral ritual celebrated while climbing to the peak.