Someone has chalked a heart on the door of an old house in Calle Doctor Velasco. There’s no arrow going through it, or names or initials to tell us who did it. All that remains is the spirit of someone whose steady hand left a lasting vestige of an emotion. Time passes and the heart is still clearly visible, but nobody is any the wiser who drew it or who the message was for. It’s an anonymous heart which is either a secret sign left by a lover, or a gesture worthy of a lovelorn suitor.