"With names there can be no joy" was her presentation phrase, and she had made a mistake: to hide joy under a thick layer of reality. She perceived his disappointment and promised him further visits to that forest .They would see, embrace and kiss each other again, but he would have to live with what her face showed: a mask of inexpressiveness. It was not much, he knew, but he also knew that now there would be a change. It was the world of sun, in that daily life, where she would be capable of being herself. Her face belonged to other awakenings. She would never consent that the mask was removed.

Time went by and he was still scrutinizing the brain night and day in the pursuit of balm that released the night women. It was necessary to feel her, to have her all. He played and played in all sorts of ways and with all games he got the same result.

One day he told the woman:

- If you're never going to show, you could pretend. Pretend for me.

She accepted the proposal. It is about playacting, representing a leading role for a single spectator who would scratch in the verisimilitude of the character looking for the boundary between fiction and reality in order to climb on stage and also play his trick. Performance started ...