It is no coincidence that this story comes into their lives. It means that they are prepared to understand that no snowflake falls in the wrong place, says the narrator, who has started working as a plumber. On his way to a client's house, he stops in front of a cultural centre where there is an exhibition. In the empty room, the artist takes down one of her paintings and does something unheard of. The artist's name is Clara, and the narrator is caught up in this action, which will be the beginning of a story of love and dependence with torturous limits. At the same time, the protagonist discovers the shady dealings at the top of the plumbers' guild, to which he has just been admitted. At the head of the guild, which meets at the Platón bar, is the powerful Ventura. And between unrequited love and uncovered corruption, a succession of unprecedented events precipitate, involving a dying mentor named Ovidio, a Porsche, a Machiavellian art critic, and a rented coffin... This unique novel, which displays a delightful sense of humor, poses transcendental questions: What is art? What is its mission? How can we give meaning to life? What is love? The author, a fascinating literary rara avis, poses a far from innocent game that is set in motion from the paradoxical title.