When the October Revolution breaks out in 1917, a young Juan L. Ortiz (1896-1978), though far away from the events, questions his own bewilderment: “and I a little, like in slippers, had drawn the curtains over the world.” He did not imagine that forty years later he would travel to China and Soviet Union as part of a commemorative group. When in Leningrad he meet a survivor of the Battleship that triggered the first cannon shot by the Russian Army, the poet will seek for the hero’s smile trying to figure it out “over the lightning flash”. Although this trip signals the writing of the first poems of this book, it is just a new stage, fundamental indeed, in Ortiz’s poetry unfolding, that unceasing view from the local to the world.