“Here comes a kaleidoscope of choral voices reliving, friends of words and images, the widows of the living and the dead and the offals of the opressing hand or the persistent cartography of Castile that forces to repeat a history of masters and slaves. Here comes an authentic poetic constellation, a multiplying bouquet of flowers, where the popular copla gives way to the solemn sonnet, just as the ryhmed octosylablle does with free verse and poetic prose.”

(Mercedes Queixas Zas)