In this collection, you perceive, with a sharp and intense eye, clarity as precise as a lens, the humanization of inanimate objects and the deconstruction of the other's entity as a puzzle.
A series of poems about a lost self, trembling and mad love, about the extremities of marginalized and visible emotions, expressed in a sharp and poignant language that feels like citrus—penetrating the half-closed box, compulsory psychosis, and excessive sleep, laying it all bare on the table of the present. This is the tongue and core of the new language; it envelops you in a fragrance-laden expression, a green invasion of a damaged and worn memory, from which entire chapters of life have fallen: silent conversations, a first love, a mother's hand, long hair, and the smiles of strangers. In this collection, you believe that through poetry, you can see clearly and find new doors through the cracks of a treacherous and flawed memory, yet you cannot escape the language.
