As a child I would hide in the doorway in the schoolyard. You played with your friends. Now we go hand in hand. On the way a dog in the sun, back against a step, mouth open, legs in a very difficult position. The repose of its enjoyment is transmitted, evaporates from the dog's body and floods the rushing passersby of the city. Whoever passes by is transported to a dream place, suddenly everyone is under a tree in the field. The steps continue their course, the dog is no longer there. Inside is the field still and we fall asleep (our head rests on a stone). In the dream, a very tall ladder from which angels rise above, and angels descend below appears. A soft voice whispers in our ear "I'm with you" and we wake up suddenly. Quickly the body moves, goes through the air and its caress forms a thin cloud that sets everything on fire. The cloud entertains the view, the body that we have seen still before starting the work disappears and the fire in the cloud is suddenly its own fire and we are burning. Like the flowers that are happy to receive the sun their petals open, we open our soul to better receive the cloud and feel it in us. By coincidence we look at each other eye to eye. Others wanted to dream stairs that invade the sky and confused the language. A kiss was enough for us to choose a path. We got to the step. Our parents accompanied us up. There they stay. The rest of the climb is ours.