Cristina Spinoglio's poetry ranges with agility within nature between colors, scents, flashes of light in a correspondence between the different elements recalled by the sumptuousness of the adjectives and by the rhymes that unite and enliven the different sensations.
It seems to be walking in a lush garden where the seasons compete to represent the best of themselves and their possibilities.
Sometimes one is dragged into a whirlwind of sounds and echoes, into a dizzying melody that leads one to forget reality to enter fabulous gardens, almost memories of a distant childhood or unknown worlds described in novels and films.