Intro. Under the full moon, which painted silver the sidewalk, you left the French restaurant satisfied and thinking about your success. It was then that he saw her, shrunk in the Marquise, wrapped in a beaten coat. His eyes, however, kept a vestige of pride that misery had not been able to erase. He, a man who calculated risks, felt paralyzed. Jenny didn't even notice her wealth. He saw only one man under the same moon that he had witnessed to lose everything: love, dignity, the ceiling. An admitted ex-boyfriend dragged his life to the bottom, leaving him only debt and despair. Prostitution had been a gate of hell; the streets, their purgatory. His looks crossed - one loaded with achievements, the other, the weight of surviving. At that moment, two worlds separated by a lucky abyss and bad luck silently collided under the full and impartial light of the moon. She was hungry, hadn't ate for three days and couldn't hold her pride. He walked to you and spoke.