This book takes us into the enigmatic feminine sensibility, conforming a mixture between classic and contemporary as proof that sensitivity and poetry are three-dimensional animals. This is a book of sad, suicidal, crazy women. A cry that is not a claim or demand. It is, likewise, a brief declaration of loneliness, of emptiness, of abandonment and -without a doubt- of the altars of depression and of a great anguish. Coming from the past, the women who inspire these poems fully describe our contemporaneity.