“Possessing an enviable poetic fertility, Alejandra Craules Bretón has been already considered lone of the more promising young talents of hidalgan letters.  Born in the town of Puebla in her early years she fed her soul and dreams in Sahagún City. There, between the smoke of factories, the history in the bricks and highways that take you in all directions,; Alejandra was cultivating a taste for the divine and the worldly. What better impossible combination than the faith (to believe in what will be seen) and the poetry (to believe in what one will never see), to free all the possible images in the soul of a poet.  She has mounted a verse factory with grief bricks and highways around where kisses, aromas, caresses and mouths circulate thirsty for a kiss that nobody has ever given.”