In the pages of my books, I have sought to give voice to the complex, delicate, and layered theme of motherhood, not only as a biological or traditional act, but as an experience that crosses identity, time, desire, loss, and transformation.
Through the collections Coffee Stains on My Books, The Poetry Is Cyberpunk, and Afternoons of Suspended Love, I wanted to map this inner landscape, made of tenderness and rebirth, of fear and impulse, of the everyday and the mythical.

In Coffee Stains On My Books, motherhood often appears as a threshold, between who I was and who I have become, between desire and reality, between balance and dissolution. The “stain” becomes a metaphor: something that marks, transforms, sometimes wounds, yet makes us authentic. In that volume, I explored the emotional ambiguity tied to motherhood and the reconciliation between personal and professional life.

In Afternoons of Suspended Love, the maternal experience enters as a reorganization, one that forces us to revisit the balance of love, our role, and our voice within adult passion.

Finally, in Poetry is Cyberpunk, motherhood becomes both mirror and counterpoint to the transformations of the contemporary world: technology, search for identity, change, and the metamorphosis of body and self. Even the state of being a mother becomes a narrative element within a world that shifts rapidly, where the boundaries between human and post-human, between origin and future, expand.

Across all these poems, I have sought to explore three guiding threads:

Rootedness: motherhood as deep contact with life, with otherness, with the body that welcomes and changes.

Reflection: motherhood as a metaphor for the renewal of identity, as a process that raises questions: Who am I now? What do I wish to become? How do I reconcile my being a mother with my being a creator, a thinker, a desiring being?

A World in Becoming: motherhood as a condition that shapes (or is forced to shape itself) within a complex era — the time of work, the digital age, the time of constraints and freedoms, of relationships. It is not merely a “role” to fulfill, but a dynamic to live, to question, to make part of life itself.

I hope these poems may serve as both mirror and window for you, readers: a mirror to reflect what you are, what you are becoming, what you have lived; and a window through which to glimpse what motherhood can be, beyond stereotypes, beyond nostalgia, toward a form that is alive, free, and courageous.