"I see our story on a high old shelf that is about to fall. I try to reach it, but I am unable to even touch it. I feel the need for a hand to lift me up so I can reinstall the shelf, and remove our story from the heart, in order to reach a story whose end I must write. I tear up papers that did not have them." To be written from the beginning, and to bury a memory that I do not know if I lived it, or if it was pure imagination."
A collection of stories that carry various human experiences. It tells reality, weaves imagination, and paints a picture of many colors and meanings. It expresses a wisdom that says: If we want to learn the art of life, we must live it to the full, because half the cup does not quench, half a life is not enough, and half a man does not deserve a female heart.