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In Springtime’s Odyssey, the reader finds themselves immersed in a dream where they can sketch out their own desires for liberty. They move through a world both enchanting and nightmarish, one which they can choose to make real or leave to the imagination by only lifting their eyes from the last lines to pursue other avenues of escape.
Each poem has a kind of lightheartedness that enables it to be picked out at random and savored like a piece of candy, which affords the reader the pleasure of possessing their passions, right down to the shivers on their skin.

“With my gaze
I will reveal to you
My most surprising thoughts,
My most ambiguous joys,
My most ardent desires.
And if you know what to make of them,
You will know how to bring me to death
And bring me to life in your hands.”