This book of poems travels from the mysticism to the baroque of Polyphemus, from the emptiness of Bront? to the austerity of the highest Stevens. Teresa Soto's poetry does not belong to any time, and so, it is useless to try to frame this poet in any literature movement. Rather, it is better to highlight the discreet journey of her voice, deprived of any kind of fuss, ornaments or superlatives. This is an Eros that gives everything or nothing, a new commitment "without a definitive movement"; a delivery for a cult reader who is becoming necessary nowadays.u003cbru003e u003cbru003e u003cbru003e
