Gorgeous collection of surrealist prose poems that comes to resemble a kind of grand Gertrude Stein-like fugue of variation and repetition of setting, narration, themes and lexical choices. At times the book lulls you into thinking it's just pleasant pastoral nostalgia, but then suddenly you're faced with a turn of phrase, a jarring image that unsettles everything. I loved the English translation, but I'm glad that the original Spanish is presented verso, so that everyone has a chance to pick up on di Giorgio's phonetic play. This one is going to stick with me for a while.