"Hold the poet," not make it disappear, does' that lasts for eternal time of his century, that of his heart. This tip is also an imperative and forces us to trace the source the river that flows in the final judgment, to draw up "a document that is ancient in its mystery and in its ardor", to remain in '"hug narrow / going up to the 'unknown". Because the sense of the old and of the mystery, the perception of an injured hand and the unknown siege powerful press on these pages. Pages helpless and screaming, crossed by a cry that is also a prophecy: our verse is completely vulnerable and only the poet can accompany him on such a journey full of pitfalls and deadly risks (from the preface of Milo De Angelis).