Sometimes we dream losing our gaze into the void, as it happened as children, we abandon the body to travel with the mind and find ourselves among comics and colored chalks. The colors are changing, like it happens in the life, and the child’s hand become strong and rebel, ready to face life, but not alone. There is a figure who always supports these walls, she is there to represent a point of view, but not to be seen at all,and it is present to be able to watch over our path, and she materialise not only in the back but also in the front like the best icon ever.