Juan L. Ortiz outlines with his poetry a map of a symbolic territory that he calls “country of the willow”. This territory is insinuated following the lines that these shapes suggest, lines that are sometimes whimsical, sometimes cryptic. Lines that sketch, for example, the figure of a lute, in which a subtle hint of the musical nature of the provincial landscape can not be obviated of reading, perhasps it is as Ortiz lives and reads this landscape. Underlies in the layout of his poetry a “zone”, a “country”, shapes that have been won for the world in the patient and unceasing drift that has been built up in his own orb.