The Rain Leaves brings a trip to the past. Not to any past as if it were a time machine in common use. But the writer's past. The incidental finding of some papers, in the midst of an inventory of life, forms the trigger for these publications.
At first text is a reflection on findings and memory. How to rediscover the simple fact of missing papers in time and space, makes recover lost space in our lives.
Then Being in what he believes mirror, a story about smelling of mildew, from A long smell of death, a book of thirty, she had plenty, bring the brief flash of a figure, someone who looks in a mirror.
The Poems of a forgotten book are the complement of the first reflection, the annex to the originator, its starting point, the roles rediscovered. These texts of youth. Poems that thought disappeared from the face of the land and people and the great universal memory, but suddenly found it in the least expected place and promptly returned to his life of paper. Are poems with lots of short stories. Each of them is a picture that is described herself in solitude. Reflection of a reflection. Word of the silent speech of the image. The reader to judge with leniency and severity.
I hope this rain will be of benefit, as I have been to me.
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