I found a hidden color between the cracks in a wall. It was a messy, spontaneous hole made by nails in a state of despair. I put my ear close to hear what was behind me and no one answered me, except for the noise of some turbines. A feeling of fear shook my body. I felt that this place was desecrated. But once I decided to face the hole, I looked at it. First from afar, from the curb of the sidewalk. A group passed and there was no one to ask for it. He walked around the corner and I took a little step closer. And other. And other. Until I became entangled in the layers of earth that the movement of my breath caused to fall. With my thumb and index finger I formed a small clamp that could travel to the color. Something told me that he had something important to say to me. I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking that only then could I stop the feeling of uncertainty. And when I took my hand out of the wall, I took out the shape of the color: a flower. But it wasn't just any root, because when I turned it over, it had a message written on its petals: "Please help us." My mind hung in midair for a few seconds, trying to decipher the hieroglyph that had been presented to me. There was no one there, not even I should have been, knowing that it was the forbidden street. But that day I had lost my handkerchief to the wind and had flown there, as if it were a kind of mockery on the part of nature, which had even been legalized and sold to the owners of lies. And at that moment he was there, with the muddy scarf in the gray city, illuminated by the only color he had seen in years. The flower was a mockery, a trap. But I still held it in my hands as if it were a shield. The leaves of the flower detached and when they fell to the asphalt they created pools of water. And from the surprise, I jumped back and one of those leaves managed to hit the wall. The wall was revealed and the bricks turned from water. Behind the glass there were nothing but gagged children. They looked at me, just as I had seen the hole for the first time, as if they had seen death for the thousandth time. Used to fear, clinging to the idea that everything was going to be okay. I smashed the glass and ran my fingers over the gagging clothes, trying to break them. But they had already become part of them. Now they spoke through the flowers, through the eyes. They all started crying at the same time. The day had finally come. With the wall destroyed, they could now escape. But when they saw his feet, there were no more than vines all over the floor, all over the walls. They just needed someone to open the wall, for the boundaries to be broken. The children came out sprouting from the break and filled all the gray spaces. The forbidden streets became squares with slides and the sky became part of the children again.
The day had come, it had finally come.