My mom always loved to tell stories. When I went to bed, when we played in the garden, or while eating. I think that… it was her thing, something no one could take from her. As a child, it was incredible, having so many words to transform in my own mind, creating new memories from time to time.

One never left my thoughts. Of course, this one’s childish, but simple. The space between stars is best described as the fur of a cat. She told me that stars are wishes from kids all around the universe, appearing on the fur of the galaxy, a big and tired cat, sleeping around our world.