The force of the ashes : Stripped of all strength and full of it, the poetry of Mireya Robles is, at the same time, a shield for battle and a shelter for the day after. In order not to succumb to that force, trace a path of solitude where what is denied is also visible and established. The vigor of the almost wild onslaught of those who flee so that their back and forehead are not filled with roughness and sores, is the same that flows from his verses and elevates them. Sweeping and devastated, his words are pendulum without rest. Away from the others, asleep when others approach, she shows herself as one who has already burned and shows her own ashes that she herself is obliged to scatter. In the exposure of his ashes is his strength and the absence of it. The strength of the ashes cannot be disputed. Everything seems soft but it is a softness that recalls the vigor of the leo that burned and that inside it remains still fired.