Where is this street? Can we locate it using the map of our thoughts? The map of our desires? How can we tell it apart from other streets? The emotions and experiences of RUE ROSA BONHEUR pulse within us, underground, gradually revealing themselves as scattered fragments of a ritual. In this street, the world of things speaks with its own voice, and objects return our gaze: “Wooden eyes, why do you look at me?” (Collodi). An echo of this street will pass through the Library of the Rectory of the University of Porto, a “street of resonance” to ward off the deserted street, the street of alienation.