Frescor de nieve en el estío

A great opportunity to grow into other vital dimensions would be the synopsis of this book. The body you inhabit was lent to you for a specific season: you must not mistreat it. Nor should you burden your own spirit in the body of another, for in doing so, you do it to yourself. If you read this collection of poems, you will somehow be infected by the celestial atoms of this singular and evocative creator. Because Carlos Jucay, more than a poet, reveals himself as an incisive writer and selective literary agent who reminds us that your soul always invites you to feel and to transcend, and that you should not use it to offend, to hate, or to deceive yourself. As one might guess, he firmly believes that we are all "one." The poet evokes the abstract nature of this work, revealing the clandestine characters who inhabit it; and their dreams, their longings, and the true aspirations of those who can be—and are—any one of us we encounter each day in this unpredictable and frenetic life. His writing stems from a prophecy that tempers souls in an upcoming big bang of consciousness towards which select beings are heading (page 115), unknowingly.