The author enters the cellars of her grandmother's dream house, sees and is seen in corners, plays with allegories, sees the hydrangeas in a black and white garden as if they were blue cyclamens surviving the seasons. Memory dances and gallops between flashes. In this book the images are temporal crossings, revealing grooves, ruins, intersections, neighbourhoods and relationships: of everything that comes together, of everything that accumulates, of everything that is selected, permeated by the need for a pulsating movement.