It's Sunday. The sound of the sauce merges with that of the hot butter in which the eggs are prepared. The smell of meat, arepas and empanadas is added. Alberto is wearing an apron, it is his glory day. It seems that she hears applause when she sees her children eat until they burst: it is the “trancao breakfast”, the one that makes them strong, the one that makes them happy... At the same table, Luz Dary thinks about how to cross the border... she senses that Those dreamy mornings won't last forever.

Three-day nights, full of music and dancing, mornings that disappear with memories, it is a dark morning that feeds on bad decisions, a piece of pizza and the remnants of food from the fridge, it is the couple you hate every day and every night you go looking for her.

The stealthy and elusive patience, the key to entering paradise. Never sweet enough, less easy enough.

Y el carnaval never ends, here or there joy knows no borders, a carnival of colors, of looking at the sky, of whole days dancing non-stop, of the desire for freedom and to eat the world, a carnival of the poor and the rich, of those who know They stayed and those who left, those who celebrate where they are at every step they take.

El inseparable, the one that is always there, the one that is not from here or there, the banana in the tripe, the egg on the tray, the sweet and the salty, the one that mixes but never loses its essence.

The walker never gives up, she is a free spirit, an innate explorer who adapts easily and is never a stranger, she is a daughter of the earth wherever she goes.

La imparable He knows no limits and time seems to spare him, each season he lives rejuvenates him to continue advancing. He never looks back, nor does he pretend to look forward.

Y el gringo He has come to visit, he always brings a surprise in his suitcase, not too tasty, not too indifferent ...

The one who makes her decisions, bitter, sweet but always hers ...