The world is fast. We enter in the fluxus with Proust. We insert our visual poetry slow in the fast flux travelling the world. Proust with dark glasses that reflect and filter out. Let's interior space reflect and build slowly. Marcel with a mustache of the late nineteenth century, with its poses to become a myth, icon, statue ... The face of today is like a mask for feelings of yesterday: we place the mail flowing after the meal, when we get on track, after a plate of pasta ...