Lenta lletanía del cuerpo nel hedreru
Lenta lletanía del cuerpu nel hedreru ([Lenta letanía del cuerpo en el prado]) is not a typical poetry book, but a book where even my name, and the photograph that heads it, is literature. In theory, it is written together with Cynthia Surula, and the letter she sends me and the fragments of my diary make this clear. But this Cynthia died in the first century AD. It is not a ghost story, it is a testimony of how sometimes history and desire are confused.