"Grabbing" the poems of Gianna Cavarretta is equivalent to tighten in her fist a sweet scent: you perceive it, they rejoice, let her fill the lungs and blood, but warned that escapes, that rebels against every possible shot sensory and interpretive; you can only "live".

That's why reading this collection, not surprisingly titled Lunges and emergences, should be approached without preconceived ideas, without the need to identify issues or matches, which also exist, just think of the division into sections, but every indication, every exergue could prevent the reader be enchanted by the charm of a soul that welcomes what the riddle of the moment.

Chi per me ha percorso

la prima metà di cielo?

Terra sacra e dannata

dove candide farfalle

rovinavano le ali

al buio contro le pareti.