5/5 stars.
My favorite poetry book. Also important to me, since it was my introduction to poetry. Until then, poetry escaped me, and didn't understand its appeal. I loved reading those lenghty, fun fantasy sagas, or those science fiction novels, but poetry? Never. So boring.
I mean, look at the cover. It looks incredibly dull, especially when you are a kid.
I ended up reading it eventually. I must have been desperate for something to read, slowly going through the books on my family's shelves, looking for something to read. And then I found out Borges was all about labyrinths, knife fights, time, tigers, and mirrors. Nowadays I mainly dig his short stories, but I will read the occasional poem here and there.
It's a lengthy compilation. I won't pretend that I like all of the poems. I don't know what my man was thinking when he wrote Para las Seis Cuerdas, for example. I just skip those. Maybe they'll make sense to me in some years. Behold now, a blurry picture of Límites:
I wonder if among the books I have listed here there is one already widowed to my eyes, never to be read again. Probably Atomic Habits.