When a myth is created around an author, it always has something of unfair and vain attached to it. But is also must be said that Miquel Bauçà, without doubt, fueled such myth. A hidden writer, he lived secluded, without telephone nor post, invisible to the literary society, and who at irregular pace released a disconcerting work. His poetry and narrative merge in one sole magma of powerful verbal inventiveness, and with imagination raise a barrier against his own time, which is observed with disdain. Although the barrier is shaped in the form of a labyrinth. With an aphoristic tendency, fascinated in his late writings by the logic of the dictionary, the work of Bauçà is still awaiting that major debate it should arouse.