Unable to face the world after his first defeat in 521 duels at La Plaza de Toros de Las Ventas del Espíritu Santo, Alejandro, the darling of the Madridistas and their most famous matador, vanished in thin air.

Even after nearly four decades, the occasional questions pop up around the pinchos of the great city: Did he commit suicide unable to face the world after the defeat? Is he in self-imposed exile in deepest Chile? But while these are now reduced to fond, cursory memories amongst old timers, they are still the sole and burning purpose of one special person’s existence – the razone para la existencia.

Her name is Carmona. El Apasionado. Alejandro’s disconsolate lover who still believes some day her prince will return. An accomplished dancer of her time, she believes it is the mystical powers of her flamenco movements conversing with the powers of the universe that will eventually draw Alejandro towards her searching eyes – wherever he is. She lives in the desert, doesn’t talk to anyone, is not known to eat or drink but only dance and dance in supreme wilderness. It’s been 39 years, 11 months, 21 days since she’s been under the spell of her relentless pursuit. And counting.

The pages that will follow are recordings of her random whispers in the wind, scribbles in the sand and etchings on stones picked up occasionally by sympathetic locals around where she inhabits. It is like a diary, hers, but without dates. It’s not about time. It’s about her passion that is achieving immortality and hopefully, someday, her beloved and lost Alejandro.