This poetry collection is not about a series of love stories that were not meant to be. Neither about the momentary death that every ending is. It’s not about rotten corpses, not about nostalgia, despair, sorrow, madness and all kinds of conflicting elements that conquer one’s twisted heart and mind. They are just an attempt to capture that very moment, that of the inevitable separation of two beloved ones, the highest and sharpest peak of love itself. And they are not sad, but blue. Yes, utterly blue.
