There are traditions with which one could dress up (cover oneself) and go by unnoticed, a “poetic language” that cancels every search for and risk of a subjectivity in the roar with the real. In this internal and intense task which becomes public by being published, Andrés Navarro works with the matter we all live in and, at the same time, that leaves us shelterless: the language. That is why his celebrations and losses are also ours, he shares his ecstasy, his pain and his ghosts that could have a thousand names. Something genuine surrounds his poetry since he touches strings that will sound in others. This book convinces us that it is still worthy to read and write in this unstable home of multiplicities. Juan Anselmo Leguizamón