To throw light on the horrible and devastating scenario, the Civil War are the eyes of a woman, heroine, partisan, unconscious reporter, but also fragile and defenseless victim. A beacon of verse into verse illuminates the war scenarios, parts of history that should be forgotten: We will end all as spogli.Oxana trees are victims of war, is the one who through the verses, wants to testify without rhetoric piety, the exhaustion, the desolation and death. The poetry of Boietti feel the need to proclaim that war is the greatest insult to human dignity. Oxana is the cry of pain of human frailty, for this is a woman, so it is dreams, for this is the infinite inner aspiration (Giuliano Landolfi). His verses spilling over in the snow, ice and frost, while the earth is still going strong under the blows of madness. Everything appears to be stuck in a suspension, an icy grip. Metaphor of a landscape taken from the usual representation under the roar of guns. A land that goes from cold to death. Frost is real but also a metaphor, it will tend to melt showing the ancient grounds. Bring back the trees the leaves, the hope rises again: Pianteremo un albero/sì, pianteremo un albero/in ogni piazza per appendervi quelle mostrine—c’è ancora luce per uscire.Per Boietti si può ricostruire la vita, per onorare tutto quel sangue versato.