Martí Boada's poetry surprises us for its essential nudity and for its ability to project unforeseen and fascinating images, of a powerful evocative force: the bed sheet of the night hides the forest or plugged sheet of the afternoon. In the pages of this book the sentinel trees, long-tailed trees, poplar trees and lampposts have the metallic pose of the savanoid giraffe. Boada tells us: Behind the window / there is real life.