“It was Neruda who wanted

to eat the sunbeams of the beauty

of his beloved; and in this book we

see the poetess wanted to drink a

glass of sunlight wine.

Life is regenerated by lust, when one

flesh touches another, the flesh that

is ripped by the poet’s violent blood.

This collection of poems

is a bouquet of flowers tied by

a colourful ribbon of the autumn

of life. “

~ Yosef Abdo ~