This Yogurt flavour is a charm more than ever, made by the projection of unlived lives, of frames inhabited by lonely people. Made of out of focus identities. But also by irony and colour. Among the thousands of images we received, we have tried to isolate a tale which is as lateral as possible, with a deliberately airy but intimate connotation. This is not to wallow in a pitiless, uselessly disturbing and dull narration. We have selected eighty-seven authors to lead us into an emotive spiral. Moments of introspection are chasing more optimistic languages. And the empty room where the present has inhabited is filled with images. Quarantine is meant to be an oniric journey because it is on the threshold of dreams that we can grasp the complexity of reality.