On the nights of these days of quarantine, each one through their windows, takes stock of what they have experienced and plays with wishing that everything would pass, that normality would return. Although it is night, the memories of our loved ones overwhelm us, and although it is night, we feel the clarity and strength of the people who have been guardians of our memories. Although it is night, the current that is born from these memories is omnipotent and fills us with light, as it transports a childhood and a maturity bathed in the wisdom and affection of the elders. In the peace of the night, when each one remembers his past and dreams of his future, he feels in his present, the clarity and love of his elders.