Angels of long wings rocked to vals of the wind they dragged in his dances of the children, the secrets… Treats hidden in the small pockets, little soldiers of colors, comets in high flights, encamped in a river with waters of green veils, secret infantile pranks…, sweet secrets. Suddenly, a little angel stopped its movement in order to read a message on an old slip of paper, that in brush-strokes it said… _ To want see the rainbow shown between hills, clouds with its figures, the waves and the sailboats that they arrive at his destiny on a sea that does not draw small streets, nor footpaths.