"I have in any case betrayed my culture, it was necessary. [...] I think I am finally stripped of an old skin, a crust that is scratched up to the blood. This quote could summarise life and introduce the work of the poet Leopoldo María Panero (Madrid, 1948 — Las Palmas, Canary Islands, 2014). This cadet of a family of writers and intellectuals, whether on the paternal or maternal side, has constantly cracked down on his rind. This painful grievance is more due to self-destruction than to m...