In the third century of our era? A great man named Vatsiaiana in the territory we now know as India. This visionary mind, replete with a cosmic vital energy, set out to investigate the scope, possibilities, and limits - if any - of human sexuality. For centuries men and women of all ages have succumbed to the ardor of this mystical volume known today as the Kama Sutra. Almost two thousand years had to elapse before the earth was born again to a man of such an erotic prodigy. The planets have aligned the same interstellar geometry to shed their divine seed upon the talents of an artist. The gods wanted the chosen one to be found in our father's and that he was, among all the Fine Arts, a monster of profession. Joseph? Ignacio Solo? Rzano, known in the circles of advanced tantra as "The full moon that does not rest," and in the monerary universe like Jis, has given birth to a new meiotic-sexual almanac, called Sex, that there will be? To illuminate with unlimited power to men and with multiorgasmic rales to women who dare to expose themselves to the oracular wisdom of this precious volume. We must warn our readers that the libidinous fire of these pages will have? To transform - and perhaps? Consume their existence forever. There is no lifeguard on duty, swim in this sea of ​​sexual effluvia at your own risk.