A collection of poems by an author who does not experiment with language, nor does he seek unusual methods of poetic expression in order to spice things up. He is casual, spontaneous and effortlessly simple. Lipcsei is a born poet; his text is not derived, nor does it seek affiliation with other conceptions or systems of thought. The author has a sense of poetic language, surprising, original irony and paradox, but his text opens many locked doors. His lonely subject "burns" in his vulnerability and plunges into existential darkness. Some of his poems painfully expose a subject who has no place in this world because his place is the world. Lipcsei's poetry is the tragic cry of a child in the body of a grown man. Despite its playfulness, it presents difficult but riveting reading.