Zisa, the six-year-old with tenderness overflowing with simple things around him, looking at the world of adults with his dreams that shine from his wonderful orange tree, confusing their rules, searching in them for a caring hand, albeit an illusion that shivers on the page of a lonely river, here he is now far from his family and he has He was eleven, single, nostalgic, neatly dressed, clean and cool from loneliness, pulled like a chord between middle school and piano lessons. What weight can a world like this weigh on the shoulders of a child who slips into adolescence with memories of the dusty streets and alleys and the burning warmth that hovers where poverty dwells? How does this boy feel now that he is living in the home of a wealthy new family, in which he has transformed from a blue devil into an obedient angel? Will he remain in this way, when his new heart is speaking to him from within, lighting his isolation with the same flame of dreams, and waging his small battles, all the way to the first sting of love?
