There are many people sitting on the steps of a building

city where the palaces have spiral staircases encrusted with seashells, where they are made according to the rules of the Cata-far art and violins, where when the stranger is undecided between two women he always finds a third, where cockfights degenerate into bloody fights between gamblers. In all these things man thought when he desired a city. Isidora is, Well, the city of your dreams; with a difference. The dream city contained him young; Isidora reaches an advanced age. In the square there is a small wall from where the old people watch the youth pass by.: The man is sitting in a row with them. Wishes are now memories.