In this torn and vital poetry, the sea of Chile, Chile's history, the mountains of Chile and the Atacama Desert are the canvases in which the collective suffering is drawn, the Dark Night of the Soul who crossed the survivors of the dictatorship, and the words like flags of hope beyond barbarism. The poet knows that utopia is possible in the recognition of pain, of the wound that reminds us of it; He also glimpses that love is the only possible salvation, love and its strength; love and its capacity to make us new again.