Egozcue interpellates us in his search against the metaphor or the metonymic, he place us with his works in a not being able to complete those works, that is to say, isolating us from all subjectivity, saving us from stressing neurons to all sorts of psychic projections out from everything that implies a connection with events or emotions. Perico Egozcue tells us and reaffirms an “this is”, so depriving us of any muse that leads us to another interpretation. He shows us a strong resistance to all kinds of speculation on significance and significant, because he atomize them, destroys them by uniting them. The title would be the artwork and the artwork is the title. I warn a deep ironic management that makes us reflect if it is always necessary the metaphor as much as the ambiguous challenging, why not, the a-b-c of art.