With my heart I sing to you
There is a tree in Andalucía facing the Atlantic Sea trying to see America, the place from where it was brought three hundred years ago. At night you can guest its silhouette illuminated by a yellow light.
Who we are? Where are we coming from? Are we really what we seem?
When the future is uncertain, your own reality is just in front of you and that's all you can see. Nothing else matters.