In short, fragmented verses, sometimes in cascades, silence, the reverse of the word offered to living and to the future, in Flora Restivo's poetry goes round and back to its head, from where a thread had started, unravelling in spirals and curves and thought-out straights, in thoughts turned back on themselves.

In a solution without continuity, the silence is connoted by the loss of time, of loved ones who are no longer near, of the voices of these souls printed inside, in a wedge of inner love, in gestures diminished by the seasons of days and hours, in external images that run and flow as a reminder and a greeting of a farewell that cannot be deformed in its folds.