Poetry the perfume of resistance, wrote Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Resistance that cannot cease to be synonymous with free freedom, with fruitful dialogue with Life. Pouca tinta no cartucho [Little ink in the cartridge] is a rigorous poetic exercise in which life is fully at stake. The relentless search for Freedom, the supreme weapon of all of us, through the words and fulminating actions of the daring seafarers we invited. From the corpse of a Man who dies free a strong stench may come out—a slave will never come out, rejoyces Cesariny in a text written in 1958. Let yourself be contaminated by the convulsive fever of Poetry, which brings us closer to the gods and away from the tyrants. Come and discover the artisans of this dizzying night. And, at the end of it all, a breath of eternity. — João Gesta