Cesar Vallejo is one of my favorite poets. Reading his poems in the original Spanish is at the top of my list for why I should learn that language. That said, Vallejo took an unfortunate turn towards Leninism at some point in his life, and this little book is one of the results of that turn. At times Vallejo is unbearable here, repeating the same quasi-religious Marxist mishmash again and again. There are phrases and paragraphs that are unintentionally funny or amazing, but the real value of this book is as a historical document.