As a poet, Marisa Peña is descended from the phoenix. This book is a nest shaped, with great delicacy, by the aromatic herbs that she herself has been selecting during her long path until trapping them with the skill and thoroughness of a watchmaker. It burns in the hands of those who are moved by it. And then she is reborn, from its ashes, to go on moving people again. The Sadness of the Lighthouse Keeper could be described as a rainy book that drenches the mind and leaves us with dampness in our insides. This dampness is a sort of song to sadness, and Marisa is the bard who strives so that we do not miss her story, just as the lighthouse keeper lights up the night so that, despite the darkness, the shallows and the breakers, the pitfalls, the reefs, and the dangers of living, we can always reach Ithaca.