Lutin seems one of the clowns by Fellini, but it's not true . It's like a puppet , a friend of the timid children , those who play alone in silence , inventing a lot of stories , telling a lot of lies.

It has the soul of an Irish woodland elf , mischievous , now good, now bad ; a small phantom , a pain in the ass always at disposal.

Mab, apart from the Shakespearean name, is a small witch that exists , because the artist is a child forever , defenseless among the other humans. Mab is capable of doing amazing things , always remaining true to herself , indifferent to pain, to death. Coming from the Umbrian periphery , Mab thinks that Rome is all the possible world : inside the Roman ruins the human is marginal, not always positive, even when he's holy.

Lutin and Mab are inhuman : you cannot know what they are.