Ever since Lorenzo could remember, food had been his faithful companion. He was not a child who needed expensive toys or great adventures to be happy. Nor did he need to be surrounded by other children to have someone to play with. Because just having a plate of food was more than enough for him. After each meal he felt full, not so much in the literal sense, but rather in the emotional sense. But he was not the only one, in his house most of his relatives were the same as him. His father loved roast turkey, and his mother loved tender rabbit meat. And his little sister was not far behind, because she loved ice cream, at any time. So to speak, in this family the center of union for everyone was when it was time for dinner.

Pascal was standing next to the stove in his kitchen. The kitchen was almost perfect, as it was impeccably clean, everything was very tidy and even had a somewhat minimalist style. That kitchen belonged to one of the best restaurants in the country. He had founded that restaurant in the days of his youth with his mother. But it was he who brought it to the success it has today. When this family business started, it was just him and his mother. At first, it was a restaurant like any other, but without anything that made it very special. People only came to eat because they were hungry, but from then on, nothing more.

On one occasion Joshep was on stage, with many lights illuminating him. For him it was as if the whole world was spinning around him and not him spinning with the world. On that stage the audience shouted his name, it was a mass of voices and energy that made him feel very happy, but above all loved. Every word that came out of his mouth the audience loved him, it was as if that audience was made for him, because they loved all his songs. You know at that moment Joshep felt invincible. But of course to reach this point of success and fame took years of preparation and effort. It wasn't overnight that he got here.

Under the embracing sunshine of the countryside, where life seems to move slowly and the days seem to drag on longer than they should, Mathew was born. You know he was a child who never knew the light. Do you know why? Well because from his first breath of life the world was for him only sounds, textures and smells. He was born blind from birth. What happened is that while his mother was pregnant before giving birth to him, she had an accident. She slipped down a flight of stairs and hit her belly hard. As a result of this blow, Mathew was born blind. The truth is that this was a tragedy that marked the life of the whole family from that moment on, but it affected Mathew the most.

In a very beautiful part of Peru lives Hal, you know he had always thought that life on the farm was all he needed. Well, almost all of his days, if not all of them, were spent immersed in his beautiful farm. His farm looks like a kind of natural and improvised orchestra. You see there is the constant noise of the animals, the crunching of the earth under their boots and of course something that can not miss on a farm, well yes that you can imagine, the noise of the tractor engine. The truth is that a farm without a tractor is not a farm. Besides those sounds that give life to the place there are also other small pleasures that only those who live on a farm have the opportunity to experience every day, I mean the smell of fresh hay, or the possibility of eating a fresh and natural fruit from the orchard, without any preservatives harmful to the body.

Bonza had been a star for years. Every concert he gave, every note he played, reaffirmed what he had achieved. What? Well, fame, recognition, the envy of many, and the admiration of many others. But, you know? At the end of each concert, as he played the last song, he felt a strange emptiness. The typical emptiness many musicians feel. You see, music had been his refuge since he was young, but it had also become a prison. I say this because he was surrounded by thousands of people chanting his name, but all of that no longer held the same weight. Especially since he didn't have his friends or family around, he was almost always alone. He had played alone for so long that he had forgotten what it was like to share with others, or to feel a connection with others, as if the whole were more important than oneself.