Doris Emilia Bragagnini - calm only in appearance, to the maximum extent ctònia, underground like certain karst rivers of her Friuli - sowing disquietude and centella, renous vigor above all in the language, here it is: in the verb it does, it erects a new fulcrum each time and a new incipit, for body and soul, for life and history, for poetry and its essence ...In fact - conscious or not, as always in the best cases of drift, shipwreck and then salvation - surrealism is always here in fervent ambush: on the edge, on the edge, in the vortex of every virtual, imaginative scenography or figuration of the Goddess Reality. .. Smoky and fierce, grim but affabulante, fair and sensual, Doris always awaits us, receives us as if inside a picture or diagram of Magritte ... [...] (Plinio Perilli)