Let's wake up the sun

Ziza, the six-year-old child affected by overflowing tenderness, melting from the simple things around him, overlooking the world of adults with his dreams that shine from a wonderful orange tree, confusing their rules, searching within them for 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 and has become eleven, solitary, afflicted with longing, 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, loaded with memories of dusty streets, alleys, and the burning warmth that hovers where poverty resides? How does this boy feel now that he has moved into a new wealthy family house — transformed from a blue devil into a obedient angel? Does he remain like that, now that his new heart speaks to him from within and lights up his solitude with the same flame of dreams, fighting his small battles, reaching the sting of first love?