Is that melody that reminds me of those afternoons when an uncanny sense made me value the silly jokes of little Sergio or the dreams and anecdotes shared in the daily meetings with “Los ninos de la cuadra” in front of the park. Is that melody that foreshadowed my nostalgia, the orange skies, the warm weather, and the company of kids like me; We were all and nothing. Running in the streets and playing. But now, I return, and there’s nobody. Now, my melody is lugubrious. The trees, the ground, and the skies are the ones who took over that loop of happiness which in another space of reality is still repeating again and again. And I know where I was, but it’s hard to realize that time becomes dust.