That really moves these people lose their true ability to recognize your I-real, and present the mask, a cover that inhibits feelings outside and own, figuring in every moment a theatrical behavior, adopting an image devised skill in your own scenario, focusing on the only character which she recognizes, if same and the public need to idealize it. In the theatre of life only exist I. My goal is to know that my audience is there, my performance, pending more beyond this, everything looks empty, simple lifeless. The presentation has to be always successful and everything must adapt and be prepared to do so. Observers, my audience does not count, only his attention and attraction to my person within the scenario, will be fixed and arranged as a goal, that must be the end. Life exists from the moment I give shape and meaning to the characters and they give body and soul to each of my representations of daily life.
It’s funny but sad that its true essence as being comprehensive and universal, it is been replaced by a cold and calculating cover. I’m, and I give form to what I need to present to others, they should see how I want, it depends on my livelihood and survival, everything around me is inert, lifeless. I donated them for body movement, they will be, just for me, if my scenario is desert, I would be who would have no reason for existence and my purpose would be earthy, no color, no sense. The image that I materialise, without an audience, would deny my destiny. There are differences marked, between the narcissistic personalities and drama, without that distract us in any moment of their many similarities. Narcissism, is a continuous denial of their I-real, which is replaced by the I-idealized and that person tries to maintain as breadwinners to their own subsistence.