All these stories were written in the author's seventies 'Blind man's exercises', he calls them, but although increasing blindness has given his writings a deeper sadness, his way of conjuring with images - an infinite book, a one-sided disc, mirrors, a golden mask, a dagger - is as potent and beautiful as ever He seems to be incapable of losing his visionary touch The second half of the book consists of poems written in Spanish as well as in translation