The discourse on love in this volume takes the reader into realms filled with arguments, uncompromising approximations, and geometric drifts, encompassing a calm inner world and God. The forbidden fruit doesn't necessarily have to be represented by the apple, which simultaneously revealed the necessity of sin and gravity. For Corina Paralescu, all fruits become that primordial apple from which both the essence and the reality of essence originate.

The essence and the reality of essence, Moments were like strawberries, but also the almost simplifying and not at all harmful, facile, or ironic demon of the impression generated by: Through the forests of sweet insomnia, I searched endlessly for love... When the sun heard our whisper, It made a conjunction with the moon, The demon kept shouting What you don't feed, indeed, dies?

This unifies the cosmic mathematics of discernment into a love completely devoid of any traces of mental inhibition. The words serve to signify the acute dynamics of intelligence, which discovers cracks in the supposedly perfect order of the world's rationality. Corina Paralescu leaves more room for other breaths that lead to the ineffable-esoteric states of a world not ostentatiously sought and almost utopian. To grasp the meaning of the poet’s words, one must achieve a victory over the chromatic layer that seemingly keeps the essence in a toneless state. It succeeds. In fact, it cannot be otherwise. As the extraordinary poet Ciprian Chirvasiu wonderfully said: "Without poetry, life is a wasteland!"

Daniel Dăian, writer