J. Saravia has written a story of delirium, a genuinely passionate book, bordering on mysticism. The madman of the park tells us of the apparently simple and anodyne encounter of a writer with an artist, a mystic, a man forsaken, a person without roots, a loner, a leper, a being immersed in longing…An obsession for the insane and reflections on the empty quotes of Melville, Camus or Sartre, as the narrator-writer reads César Vallejo, Ezra Pound and listens to Vivaldi or Serrat, transports