"One can not help but think (speculate) on the concrete existence of the muse. Is there such a being that pervades all the verses of this book? Or is it an invention of the poet? Whatever. O not. The reality, as muse, often more bastard its translation into art. The art framing that gives any content it embellishes, it becomes, by default, a sign of optimism. " (From the foreword by Javier Daulte.)
Photo: Ariana La Iacona
