So how many oranges did you eat today, she asks playfully? A male voice is heard from the back: "Four." She replies teasingly: "Only?" The question mark is imprinted in her gaze, on her lips, and also on the bow that has shifted slightly away from its perfection, in order to give the necessary emphasis to the curiosity...

Here are fourteen... and boom, the deus ex machina, the savior of health, life, and growth for all... squeezes or rubs the juice in our face. And the polka-dotted edges of the bow have risen almost upright, ready to applaud the magnificent achievement!

This advertisement served as a pretext for the oranges of my memory and life that will be displayed next. It is a miscellany of events, questions, anxieties, and memories, relieved of burdens and lofty meanings... Just a sweet and sour stimulus, like the taste of the respective fruit, which will barely play with our thoughts and perhaps... give them another perspective, if we allow it.