The nose of the poem is a funny nose, light and above all ... stained red. You grab two fingers like a butterfly she is offered the tip of the face of a flower ... This nose sniffs himself and his own breathing air gives the breath of the living words. He enjoys like crazy to slip between consonants and vowels. Sa lost and find yourself suddenly suspended in empty white page. It is a wry nose, intermittent and impertinent towards writing. May be reticent, lovable, doubt in the balance of a doubt, rock the uncertainty of a desire light up like a star to light up with joy a private paper sky. In short it is a nose that likes to joke around a lot with fantasy and typographic features that would delight to make prisoner. Augusto belongs to a red nose, and the balloon of the child who enjoys playing with him and dream, happy to escape a balloon and fly away with wings free verse, in sound and smile.