Everybody have stories to tell. Stories are in the everywhere, in journals, in magazines, in our lives. Stories of life experiences, rich adventures, which never come back again. Everybody, everyday, try to share their experiences. Rich experiences, poor experiences. The life is full of stories. You can make one, you can live another. The invented stories, usually written in papers, utopia or not, remember a near state of happiness or sadness, the Earth, or the others dimensions. I just can’t stop writing love stories. What it represent? I just can write love stories. Love’s in my mind, in my heart, in my life. How can I avoid it? When you want something, and you can’t realize this, you unit all of your feelings in some place, some place hided from the world. Be ironic, be ridiculous. Write benignantly. Impartiality, indirectly. Make your story. Concern with your life, hide your feelings with a mask. Useful mask.