A woman is sitting motionless. Her fragiles gestures crosses a path that marks the traces of a universe suspended between reality and dream, along a story that digs into the memory of the fairytales, evoking symbols and images between light and dark. Her story is a mistery tale of growth, a story of doubt and uncertainty, in which the essentiality of the gesture and a few pastel colors prevails. In there everything is precarious: weight, balance, risk, dualistic conflict and the ineluctable desire for an unreachable unitary harmony. As in every fairy tale of growth, the narration insists and returns on the dynamics generated by the query and the desire for balance when we have to overcome an obstacle to find a safe place. The story tell us about the precariousness of the motion, the search for a temporary safe place, a conceivable order. We would finally find the only possible certainty: nothing ever remains equal to itself and the condition of query, even doubt, is the only way for growth, change, discovery.