This novel places us in the future world of Land in Blue (Rhapsody). There, a mature woman lives with Flor Azul, a drone through which she holds conversations with her friend Bibi, who is actually the voice of an actress. The woman, lonely and forgetful, lives separated from her daughters, Selva and Tina, each one protected and watched over by another drone: the disenchanted Obsolescence and the adolescent Cucú. The woman inhabits a world governed by the virtual, the parcel companies and the programs of the heart. A world ruled by exploitation, police repression and fear of disease and death, in which thanatopractors preserve corpses from rot. The soundtrack of this city-country-world is that of the metal shutters that come down suddenly, one of the leitmotifs that gather around themselves, forming loops and waves, in this dystopian buffoonery. But dystopian like the hopeful dystopias little birds that warn of leaking firedamp... Full of winks and references (from high culture to television gossip, going through all kinds of pop paraphernalia), the novel is a futuristic pamphlet, a cyborg symphony, a cry of protest, a choreography of desolation, a vanitas more modern than postmodern, and, above all, a neo-romantic novel of drones in love with women whom they care for and spy on, Coppelias inversas, sentimental vampires, contempt for the god of the algorithm, dreams, mirrors, enchantments and revolutions: spring can emerge from the darkness supported by the most unpredictable beings.
