Let's wake up the sun

Ziza, the child overflowing with tenderness, flowing from the simple things around him, overlooking the world of adults with his dreams that shine from a wonderful orange tree, confusing their rules, seeking in them a caring hand even if it is an illusion, trembling on the surface of a lonely river, here he is now away from his family, having turned eleven, alone, afflicted with nostalgia, well-dressed, clean, and cold from loneliness, stretched like a string between middle school and piano lessons. What weight could such a world bear on the shoulders of a child slipping into adolescence, burdened with memories of changing streets, alleys, and the burning warmth that hovers where poverty resides? How does this boy feel now that he lives in a new wealthy family’s house? Has he transformed from a blue devil into a obedient angel? Will he remain like that? And now his new heart speaks to him from within, illuminating his solitude with the same flame of dreams, fighting his small battles with it... reaching the sting of first love?