“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 ~