"This is a book of love in many of the loving memory of the ancestral roots of the family house, of loving exaltation before the existential plenitude of animals, of loving veneration and celebration of the body in the fever of its delights. Love sometimes has the strength to create a myth, to produce a story that cannot be other than legendary, fabulous, earthly as well as extraterrestrial, fantastic, mysterious. Saraceni is not afraid to play along with the mythical impulse of love arising, reckless and ready for anything".
Saraceni’s poems are delicate pauses in the land of memory. These are poems of distant landscapes brought back by pulling the voice of the Adriatic with its birds, rocks and waters, lost goats, and people shaped by memory and sea water.