Five years after his last published diary, I don't know what dies (Affairs, 2021), Ramon Ramon (Catarroja, 1970) once again makes public pages from his private notebook. He is a writer of the null days without linewhich is the only valid program, but it spaces out the moments for editing its pages. It debuted in 2014 with Within the grass field (diary 2009-2012). At that moment I already noted his polished and supple prose. An example: "Coming along the highway, the copper light of the valleys and mountains of Maestrat has enveloped us like sunflowers. Even a very nearsighted person like me could make out the leafy details of vineyards and olive groves. The most poetic green, in these lands, is the one painted by the plow (…).