This is a story for all those who on their way lost their tears, the map of their destiny or their heart. It was written to see a little far beyond everything lived, dreamed or felt. When I was a child, I loved fairy tales with small verses and hidden secrets. I still love them. With them, I learned some of the most valuable lessons in life. Over time, the fairies hid and disappeared from the books taking away their magic, their verses and a piece of my existence. One day I found a lost, sad and abandoned child on life's road. The boy was me. Then I decided to tell him a story that would return the direction and the illusion of living. The fairies returned to stay with their verses and my life changed. Here, ink becomes blood, blood becomes ink and dreams form the plot, where hope is always present, like a lamp that never goes out, is the perfect tool to transcend the search for love not found, lost, hidden, blind, blurred, of that true love that sometimes escapes like that living water when we want to hold it in our hands. Everything happened, on a date, I don't remember in the middle of my life.