«Eterna è l’energia, / siamo parte della sua forza / e per essa siamo divini»: Renato Fiorito has been, is, attracted by the energy of the cosmos and makes it a poem. From the informative to today the poet crosses skies and universes and the reasons about them are gutted by humans, fascinated mostly, often amazed, always with a sort of devotion to the immense surroundings. Not without reason he stops, even closes his verses, on the woman, on the "remains", on Lucy, the little woman in whose head, metaphorically, «vivevano le storie dei millenni, / scorreva nel sangue il desiderio di milioni di uomini, / gli amori di tutti i tempi...».

  Andromeda releases on one side the sides of a path - consciously or not consciously guided by the living, natural beings of the three kingdoms - infinite, coming from unimaginable but imagined times; on the other side the question about the slow presence to define oneself of the animate beings who constituted life. Perhaps without intrinsic "why" or "how" life has been formed and therefore determined, but certainly with the observation, subterranean in the poem itself, that, having been and being life on earth, it brings with it the necessity that there be again, that it is not destroyed. Life was born from the shapeless. It has taken its forms over millions of years. In millions of years, perhaps, it will have the forms of other metamorphoses since nothing«è più eterno della sua evoluzione». Oggi ha una forma amata e da amare per motivi dicibili o anche indicibili e per il fatto che «...nulla mai muore davvero».