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"Bach, Cello Suite Nr. 5, Sarabande. I listen and it seems unending. / There is nothing there yet it hurts / A daunting lament and an absolute calm. / Impossible intervals converse on esoteric themes. / Polyphony arises / from a single melodic line with the scent of sea. / And I am moved by brutal feelings / I could never identify".Romà Guardiet is a physicist by education and film maker by vocation, and this can be detected in his approach. There are many ways of constructing a poem: from some kind of a wild verbal drunkenness to an emotional self-restraint that turns metre into algebra. The poems that the reader will find in the present book are, fortunately, equidistant from those two poles.(from the prologue by Ferran Sáez)

&quote;Bach, Cello Suite Nr. 5, Sarabande. I listen and it seems unending. / There is nothing there yet it hurts / A daunting lament and an absolute calm. / Impossible intervals converse on esoteric themes. / Polyphony arises / from a single melodic line with the scent of sea. / And I am moved by brutal feelings / I could never identify&quote;. Rom Guardiet is a physicist by education and film maker by vocation, and this can be detected in his approach. There are many ways of constructing a poem: from some kind of a wild verbal drunkenness to an emotional self-restraint that turns metre into algebra. The poems that the reader will find in the present book are, fortunately, equidistant from those two poles. (from the prologue by Ferran Sez)