There is poetry in Jade whispered Devuno diction, which eschews any kind of singing rotundo hours, because the magic of existence is to be found in the "care and patience" with which nature turns the stars and which directs works and Days of the seasons.

Of everyday life, that substantiated encounters, emotions, memories, travel, the poet seems to have impressed the pace with which the subdued colors, gestures, scents, desires, sufferings are deposited in the soul, through a delicacy perception that embellishes the moment.

The kindness, translated into music, it turns into grace, even when life seems to reveal his face more sad, because, "pearls migrants", "we are not swallows, / but the Phoenicians in the Sun" (Giulio Greco).