"Several Eleanors, one Mircea. What he means is that the masks of his poetry are not only different, but, above all, diverse to the point of polyphony, like the voices of a novel. In Eleanor Mircea's poems, whispers can be heard from Nichita Stănescu's paradoxical-gnomic lyric, from Marin Sorescu's youth, but also from his twilight, from the disused poetry of the last decades, from the frond saturated with everyday life banal and sex of the 2000 generation. It can be seen with the naked eye that the poet reads poetry radiologically as others do with perfume, but also that she plays her biography under obsessive rhymes or word games that seem to be there so that her heart cannot be seen. I think that Eleanor Mircea miraculously knows how to make magical crumbs hidden among her texts." Marcel Tolcea
