“Johanna Barraza Tafur brings back the father and the Caribbean of her childhood in the movement back and forth from Barranquilla to Buenos Aires. Barraza inhabits the loss of the father -the urgency and violence of his pain- to plant in it a tree of aroma and juice. The patio, the mango tree, the grandfather's hair and the singing of the father's canaries are also ways of facing a pain shared by thousands of children of war. I planted loquats on my father's grave does not aspire to a return, but tries to understand the reasons for that desire. And in unfolding them, he unfolds songs of blackbirds, tree branches, dominoes, walks with which the wandering of the migrant is measured. With this second title in its poetry collection, Himpar editores continues its commitment to voices that renew the country's literature.”