With an impressive visualization, Decano is compossed by subhuman grotesque face as something that was and never is going to be again. The face processing offers a hidden human reality: the horror of to a life of mistakes, to feel remorseful that come in the shape of small skulls. The skull, dead’s sign, is a metaphoric of a state of physical and spiritual deterioration that come life’s ups and downs with conflicting feelings. The smile supposes a Machiavellian taunt that defies to the spectator.