This is not a book, in the classical sense. This story that I have told is intended to be a projection of the life of one girl and the people who surround her... I did not express my thoughts through pseudo-narration... You know, when a book contains so many literary words that it strains the mind more than liberates the imagination... Honor, love and the real charm in this story will not leave you indifferent. After all, there are eternal themes... And, like the beauty of the setting sun at the end of a wonderful day, you enjoy, pleasing your eyes and soul, listening to the whispering voice of conscience and worries that this moment of satisfaction is deserved and absolutely not, at the same time...