What are you thinking about, girl with the skates, standing still in an immobility that is impossible for you, for whom movement is your state of grace? Along Ocean drive there is a wavelike and fragmented movement, there were so many skates on the most colorful seafront in the world. Then you arrived, it seems impossible, but with your skates you froze the flow, bringing your harmony and your colors that filter the world around you. As though to impose a new vision of beauty; strong, acid and warm colours, the shades of the sunset before the sun goes down on south beach. Fuchsia, orange and cyclamen, you stopped, distant from that changing world, bringing the gift of the same sensations as a work of art in movement.