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This is the second collection by the young poet Anna Kisso. What fascinates us about her poems? Why do we recall silhouettes in magnolia gardens and sandalwood paths as if we were overcoming the labyrinths of sleep and refusing to wake up? There is something wild, open and defenceless in the author's premonitions and whims, something that allows you to preserve your soul in a cynical society. This is a conversation about love, which exists not in the looking glass, but here, on the edge of darkness and light, death and rebirth.