A burst of light comes, pierce the blue tones of the night. As if they were given the word, a bright ray of sunshine chooses to make its appearance at the time of the outbreak of roses, the fragrance of those petals fill the morning air, yet loaded with dew, intoxicating. Such bursts of iridescent crystals of dawn, the day burst from the horizon and, as described by Borges: "The vast night is now, only a fragrance."