“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 ~