There are images that awaken an instantaneous feeling, that stir the soul, while the mind, as a obedient servant, works to find and compose the words in the harmony that they long for and perhaps impose. The Writing, being unable to part with the image that gave birth to it, carries it inside alive, gazes at it enchanted until it is captured, until it feels that it managed not to lose anything from the original sensation. This is how Poetry is born. It consists of spoken images, not painted or photographed ones, images of everyday life, within which we can listen to the wisdom of the world. Untitled images contain the inspiration that sparked them, at the same time the possibility for each person to see them in a different way. That is, after all, the magic of Art, of Poetry, of Writing.