I could say that I Don't Believe in Poetry, following the chronological progression of the poems, constricts all time to the present. It forms a clearing around it. The here and now is presented as an attitude that confronts the past-even the past of treasured memories. There, this "I," which unquestionably once engaged and even wanted to believe in something, is dragged along by the same destructive, retrospective force that causes collisions and propels everything that was, or tried to be, in order to reaffirm itself as a contemporary "I," still lyrical in spite of itself.
-Reina María Rodríguez