The leaves of the word leaf
are a second birth,
behind are the veined green rags
mutating with the slant of the light.

– Rowena Hill

“Fiction, in a sense closest to Borges, is the thread that holds Marea Tardía together. The sea is not the sea; it’s a mental construction that can be reached through a trap door in a cellar: it’s a sea below the sea, agitated by currents and waves that move the reader’s memory, obliging him to rethink his own existential certainties, which will no longer look so certain and solid.”

– Silvio Mignano