Aniquirona: poetry, affluent towards mystery, deity of sounds and language, which can be transmuted into a woman, into magic or into the fire of things, but which will be, essentially, a song of nature. What river to wade, then, to reach the shore, to the transcendent? Travel with the poet through the forests "of winds and honeysuckle" and "very old chestnut trees", join in "the ceremony of flowers" and woo the light "in the breath of the air". Letting "the continuous voice of the rain" hit the road forever and abandon man in "the sap of the trees", in the ancestral shadow of poetry.
