Simona Nobile's poetry is not afraid of showing itself, of revealing its boundaries and its subject. In this collection the matter is the maternal one to the test of time: the mother is "a measure of hands, breath and earth, welcome", and then becomes a "rigid spectacle to be recomposed" (Daniele Mencarelli).
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