"Today, of which I speak today?", Questions the narrator of the book who also wondered throughout this fascinating novel who is the me that speaks. "Reality is always circumstantial and this verification reassures me: what I tell is a true story, but only in fiction." The author recalls these words that synthesize the method used by this spectral narrative: "The technique of appropriation, intervention, autoplagio, journalistic note, pulverization (including genre)". For these pages - written over sixteen years - old love affair parades, intimate or banal experiences, works of art, musical pieces or thousands of readings along with everything that has left a scar on who writes to configure an extensive Anthropological portrait that challenges and tears reality from experience to memory. Teeth, sessions with the dentist, bridges, receding gums, posts being placed, Dracula, incisors of writers and artists, teeth that are extracted and an immense inventory of terms, memories and dental devices and As a feverish obsession from which a maelstrom emerges that in its dizzying gait and fateful return, accounts for an existence in indissoluble symbiosis with the word. In this total novel fit body, memories and desire; Sweat, saliva and blood; Horror, beauty and silence. By a brief wound she restores the fire to the ashes of the steps taken by the author, whose irreverent vocation for the search is played with the following verse of the Jewish-Romanian poet Paul Celan: "The journey of hours walked what I said. The road of hours was what I kept silent. He walked and walked, infinitely you walked, back and forth, nowhere, to the word, there. "