A twenty-something Ducid from the late 90's, without pasteurization, serves us - sells us - poems with his curdling, his acidic point of sarcasm, and well sprinkled with the powder of realism. The vía crucis, or say: the milky way of this book takes place in non-bucolic spaces and without much meringue. Texts in which people die vomiting custard. Indi-blurp poems - with gestures.
Ducid is a skeptical character in the supermarket of life. And he appears a bizarre storyteller.

(Estíbaliz Espinosa, prologue to the Galician edition of 'Selected Milk...", 2012)

"Selected Milk (Added from Reconstituted Milk Powder Whole Pasteurized Homogenized)", is in the form of a manual for promoters of milk cartons in supermarkets. Meanwhile, the poems are about the flashes of life of a potential client who does not meet the conditions of a milk carton buyer.

The translation from the Spanish was lovingly made by Jose Andrés Novio.

Each poem has a dedicated soundtrack made by Alfonso Camarero