Time passes, the time changes. Time fades the images of its flow in the imperfection of the details, the details that write the memories, the memory spots. Beauty is a solitary, Loneliness expands in history, and the story is told by its own symbols: a book that collects the truth, a scale that reveals the anxiety of the removal, loss, an empty frame, which captures the 'inevitability of becoming, a candle, which always illuminates the face.