This book is two women. Two women talking as they write and write and speak. It is a novel-essay is a dialogue. A hypnotic pendulum, so that at the end of the night the two are confused in the still point of dawn suppressing two so that it is not possible to distinguish which is which and who is who. They look into my eyes and, without reading any work, see the story that the other wants to tell and still is not already counted and readings that cross. Are two characters / texts with his sidelong look upon men and abismarse engaged in writing biting reality with ferocious fangs of theory. What is your secret why are you laughing from what we contemplate strange place what feverish life claim how about these two they get us to forget us. With an imperious spell they seduce us to renounce the world and devote us only to let ourselves be enveloped by the fragrance leave their steps (isabel mellado).