"Reading Miss Freud (tales) of Jorge Escobar, has allowed me to reflect on the words-­‐lettering, those that predict the free thinking of those who shape and emit seven more for those who write them, therefore,to readis widely legitimate freedom anchored to sensible thought of the writer-­‐reader,who, as active agents, melt the knowledge that is popping imagine what has impose provisions, which are thought to be impossible to change. And if the reader were OctavioPaz"another way to travel with out moving,just that,unlike fragile mental worlds tours during travel, reading we face a reality that is not the daughter of our imagination and we must penetrate and explore",* writing isexercise unrestricted freedom with courage and blood boil with melancholy ensconced in the grounds of ethos and the uneasy calm that refuses to accept that corporeality imprisons and governus,blackmailing us if not lavish it nourishment, pure  materiality... "