La fugacidad de las horas

The Fleeting Hours is a notebook of poems that breathes like an undated diary. Twenty-four days, twenty-four beats: time doesn't just pass here. It bites. Lisbet González Tejeda builds a ‘house’ that is body, refuge and delirium all at once. This intimate space becomes a mirror, and the speaker moves between love and rejection, belonging and rootlessness, faith and fracture.

Brief, sensuous and unexpectedly theatrical, the poems unfold like scenes. Wings, stained-glass windows, rooms, trees, dreams and silences open and close over the skin. The poems feel fresh and youthful, but they're far from lightweight. They work with emotion as living material, using images to bring what usually stays hidden to light.

If you're drawn to intense, cathartic contemporary poetry, or you've ever felt that home can also be a question, step inside this house of fleeting hours. Let its voice stay with you beyond the last page.