2The atmosphere generated by the reading of Where I Go (I Go Alone) promotes communion between the delicacy of form and an unsettling symbolic density. The poetics of Fany Aktinol, in this her fifth book, present us with fragments of stories yet to be revealed, like enigmas which after each response rebound incessantly into new queries. Fany's poetry is like a melodious whisper in which the words in our ears lead us to a tragedy wrapped in sweetness. In Where I Go (I Go Alone), a book of few rhymes and original metaphors, the author deceives herself if she believes in the message the title contains, since, wherever she goes, the ambitious reader will accompany her.