Translated by Uxue Alberdi, the number 20 of Munduko Poesia Kaie is from those circles. Poems of love, despair, happiness, death. “You walk through my veins. I feel like I'm dead slipping. I support my fingers in the arteries of the temples, of the neck, of the cuffs, trying to stick.”

The Stornit were Swiss migrants in Argentina. These have been the Swiss origin in the South American country: Architect Francisco Righetti, actor Myriam Stefford, Juan Imhoff, fourth at the 2015 World Rugby Championship. Also two presidents of the Republic: Pellegrini, Kirchner.

Father Storni lived trapped by alcohol and died young. Poor neighborhood recitals, excellent speakers, professors, Alfonsina's poetry had trampled on carpets and dirt floors. The concern of the rosebush placed the premium opera of 1916 very well, in which the women with inquisitive conscience, the unemployed and the matrimonial mother, converted into an argument precisely life itself, the new capitalism: “Aligned houses, aligned houses,/ aligned houses./ Squares, squares, squares/houses aligned./ People already have the square soul,/ ideas aligned/ and angle on the back.”

And the body also turned into a battlefield, Storni sang to love not romantic, not pink, but natural and, after all, classic: “Behold, I caught you by the neck, [Eros]/ on the shore, the arrows of your attic/(…)/ and well wrapped in the golden ankles/ found a loop that said: sex.”

Does all of this make Alfonsina Storni a modernist? That is a way of saying it. It's a way to disable Storni. The pen, which he thought was a “small and strong canyon,” has been used to say that Alfonsina Storni was a sensitive modernist being affected by neurosis, a lost sheep in the area, another icon of that Argentina that was in the middle of the lung. Suicide is the same thing. In 1935 he was diagnosed with breast cancer and in Mar del Plata he died throwing his head into the ocean. You can make an idolatry out there, because he left the note. Or you can join Horacio Quiroga's death by doing another machismo exercise. Or rather it can be said that it was one of those who believed it was of every life and read this beautiful book in his health, as read in the works of the great liberators.