The poems of the collection "Vanilla Colored Sky" were written during a period of intense fires and frustration with the negligence of the state mechanism to restrict or extinguish them. The vanilla-colored, slightly rosy hue was not a cloud at sunset, but the smoke of a fire. These poems inaugurate a different technique with short, condensed quatrains that constitute oblique ironic references to current events without losing the linguistically independent connection and enigmatic character. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a "poem," but something else.