I guess I feel dead, or maybe alive..? I don't know. Do I exist? maybe I don't. Am I part of an endless show? a show that represents maximum pain and suffering. Bitter humor, carnival of the dancing dead, which its main role ultimately fails to fulfill its dreams. Am I missing? in the midst of all the wanting and not wanting. I look in the mirror, I see nothing. “ Who have I been? Who am I? Who will I become? ” Why am I here? What's happening? I think they're the last moments of mine. Or only the beginning of an endless story.