I do not wish that the collection of poems by Mary Rose Guarnieri passed under the eyes of the reader as one of the thousands of publications each year that inhabit the Italian publishing houses: some annotation landscaping, a hint of feeling, peppered with a few stylistic late romantic un'aggettivazione the limit of cuteness and we believe great poets. None of this.

First, the poet carefully monitors its wording to limit the contributions to the adjectival and leave bare the delicacy of the word. And secondly, following the suggestion of the text itself, she invites the reader to follow her into an inner journey that is "behind" ... "behind the screen", "behind every door ',' behind the days", "behind every step , "" behind the glass "," behind the door "," behind locked taxes. "What matters, what is true does not fall under the senses, the true existence is played elsewhere to discover it is to man (Giulio Greco).