Although this collection of Giuliana Rigamonti takes place, as was already the case in the previous The berry of the night, for chapters of a poetic story that coagulates around experiences and preserved in that "nest shade" that is the heart, that only later able to return it in words, to translate it into colors that are also echoes of that shadow, even though they know to keep their intensity intact, without losing the strength and warmth with which they were experienced, ready to re-arrange themselves in rhythm of places and seasons; places that once you meet, or places that are found year after year, are appointments of the soul, rather than the string of days of daily living (Laura Novati).
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