For Taormina, poetry means adventure, giving oneself up, even partially, to the reader and, through verse, wandering "along the roads of the world" in search of that truth which urges within, which gives candour and lightness to the soul and which, as a poet and lover of beauty and truth, he wishes to participate in and give and, above all, to find in the world, where superficiality, lies, indifference, disamour and deception prevail and reign: in short, everything negative that has been established and continues to be practised among men. The "wee hours" are those of creation, or of the "dream", which, even if it remains "entangled / in the branches of dawn", does not abandon the Poet but, on the contrary, strengthens in him the hope that human eyes will be opened to wonder; that the blindness of which the fall of mankind into that emptiness that is the persistent and profound absence of spirituality, and therefore of the divine fullness of being, of the inability to feel part of the Whole, will cease. Comforting, then, is the time taken away from the noisy daily routine and which gathers in the silence of the late hours, in the heart of the night, fecundator of dreams and winged thoughts, when in the peace so much beauty comes to confront and measure itself against the ruined world, to which the Poet does not feel he belongs and therefore his conscience suffers from a lack of poetry and love. Hence the impetus to become a 'pilgrim', a messenger of the loving poetic virtue that can lift men from the 'evil of living', that is, from not knowing how to choose the good to live according to feeling and reason. But words are not enough; they are 'dead language', if they are not dressed in poetry, if they do not sound like 'the notes of a violin', if the music does not correspond to the beauty of nature with which he often identifies the beloved woman, 'naturifying' herself, in turn, thus managing to best express the depth of that feeling, which is 'feeling' part of cosmic harmony. Our poet's poetry is this infinite entertainment with Beauty; it is the possibility of 'communicating', of communing with everything that corresponds to his spiritual 'needs', to the universality of the values and ideals to which he confirms his fidelity and which allow him to make peace with himself and with the world, accepting what remains of it that is good and that it is still possible to preserve, to save: remnants of feelings, fragments of conscience and flashes of light that nourish hope.