This poetic work is in a way a return to Cupido Mortis — a cabaret that the poet, as a child, watched with curiosity and fear. With pieces of stories from others, with phrases from poems, lines of a speech, book titles, songs and single words, the poet has built an imaginary room. In his glass are the dissimilar liquors of the borrowed verses to stop at the door of that other cabaret that is memory. A collector's book.