Being so plastic, a same story can be applied to different situations and moments and the having a framework or humorous content are easily recorded in our memory. One of the great advantages of the tales is that they penetrate inside one without offering much resistance, since its content is not considered aggressive and thus are not filtered or not much to our systems of psychological filters that prevent us from largely assimilating or absorbing things new, largely as a mechanism of defence and self-protection. WHERE AM I? Once upon a time a very stupid man – crazy or maybe a Sage – that, when he got up in the morning, took so long to find his clothes that at night hardly dared to lie, just think about what awaited him when awoke.One night took pencil and paper and as he undressed, was scoring the name of each garment and the exact place in which let her. The next morning he took the paper and read: underpants and were there. He put them. Shirt there was.

She put her also. Hat there It was. And he encasqueto him in the head. (As opposed to Oracle). I was truly delighted until he assaulted a horrible thought:- and I? Where am I?. I had forgotten to write down it. So it was to seek and find.

but in vain. It could not find himself. MENTAL wives an inhabitant of a small village discovered one day that their hands were caught a few wives. How he came to be handcuffed is something that is meaningless. Perhaps a police officer handcuffed him perhaps his wife, perhaps that was the custom at that time. It is important that suddenly realized that could not freely use their hands, that was a prisoner. For some time he wrestled with handcuffs and chain linking them to trying to break free. He tried to remove the hands of those metallic rings, but all you achieved were bruises and wounds.