This is not a women's poetry is the poetry of a horse-civilized by force, rather than a romantic poet Bertolini Magdalene seems to resemble one of those women who gathered in the huts outside the city on the banks of the Scamander Crista Woolf, a creature that know the use of herbal medicines, the double-edged face of the gods, the dark, the carnal mystery that does not put distance between one and two which is cheering myriad of cells (Sarah Tadino).
This book won the poetry section of InediTO 2012 Premio Colline di Torino.
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