Margritte is a poet of dreams. His painting present to the eye of the observer an enigma having the same coded density as the oneric world. In a frenetic society that has given up dreams and fantasy, that is characterized by people rushing vertigiusly ahead, like guinea pigs continually bombarded with stimuli rushing madly around their cage, the analyst's task is to recover the imaginary, the poetry of the soul, of the psyche. In this sense, the therapist must necessarily be portrayed as a wayfarer who lives life as if it were a never ending voyage. Every stop is marked by an encounter, at every stop a face awaits. And in that lost and bewildered stranger who asks to be shows the way, one begins traveling down a new stretch of the road. It is in the patient that the analyst finds the eagerly awaited fellow traveler.