“Wild is the wildflower that roots itself even in unsuitable soil, that thrives even in adverse environments.”

Short stories steeped in the darkly enchanting atmosphere of film noir, exposed to the sharpness of neorealism films... elliptical, at times cryptic writing... a choppy, at times breathless rhythm... unyielding authenticity... lyrical touches... images like frames from Tourneur, Fritz Lang, and early Visconti...

The author transports us on the wings of her imagination to shadowy worlds, to the depths of the protagonists’ minds, to the innermost sanctums of their souls, where violence hovers, destructive yet liberating, irrational yet not without cause... However, the delusion dissolves, the willful blindness becomes impotent, the hallucinations vanish when their thirst for communication, justice, and freedom becomes unbearable... Then the awakening will happen...