De los recuerdos, de los viajes, durante las noches de insomnio. Alegría para siempre : garrafa de vino bajo la copa de un tilo (Viterbo, 2017).

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
(…) yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.

(J. Keats, Endymion, 1818)