She is necessary to transit feelings and not portentosos cars that hide in its interior the impotence of that lies under the empire of the fear. Ignoring the contrary Philosophical traditions, let us remember Aristotle and its being? in-act. That one that has in itself potentialities of if for in movement. Let us ask to us: Where this force lies brought that me, not without fight, until the o period of training of homo Sapiens? It was lost in the transit; Imprisoned in the bottling of the egoism; Dragged for the multitudes of errors; errors that rest in the fatality of the irresponsible one to abandon of-itself-exactly; it delivers to the bafio of the imediatismo and to the insacivel headquarters of consumption; Without hitting upon concerning the place where I lost myself where street where it saw where world where house Yes, I do not have more address I do not know more where I live where I fall rest where where to meet Without Only alone identity Without nobody. But, in the heat of this transit, I hear a deafening racket that me arrives of all the sides Faces that if offer the visitation, however, ignores them Dissimulates not to hear Raises the sound of the radio, and thinks: I run away from silence why it is in it that I listen to the shout the fremido one of the souls That they bawl: I AM ONE ANOTHER ONE OF YOU I I RECOGNIZE MYSELF IN YOU; HOWEVER ME YOU TURN THE FACE LOOKS AT! I AM PEOPLE, I AM ANIMAL, I AM FERA, I AM YOU As nightmare I listen I run away I am you I am you I am you Suddenly I stop eye I search! A direction a direction a plate that indicates a route a way Yes, a way that does not have obligator ticket for-me-exactly. That it does not have to look at that me and to see that I am great emptiness-of-me-exactly. How simply I am not! That it does not have that to recognize my poverty! How the risk does not run to recognize me fugitive-of-me-exactly! Of me of me of me Agreement! I fall I know there I find they push that me Will be the life to importunar me of new? Of new I move myself and I become involved myself in a face Ah! Mind STOPS Wants to go down Goes to jump Goes to cry out mind desesperadamente men you men …… you! I run I look a mirror and I see that its Relief sigh Is my face is my appearance is mine men takes off anger Is was alone a nightmare! I hug my lie I smile and I say: Still well that faces exist mirrors You you!.