The legend of scratching hens uncovering the face of Mary has, over four centuries, become a ritual that spills into courtyards and alleys. This series unfolds in five breaths, where the sound swells to delirium and then fades with one last stroke of the drum. The Madonna is not just a figure: she is rhythm, city, animal, woman and time. Everything is born from her and folds back into her — and into the balconies that wait for her, year after year.