The Fallen Tower

This is the tale of a journey told in thirty five poems and as many biographical sketches. It is an inner voyage of transformation starting with the crumbling down of a Babel structure and ending up in rebirth. In some way, it is fiction because the moment we select and link up events to weave a story we abandon the domain of strict facts. But, more wisely speaking, it is truth because when we find meaning and teleology in a sequence of loosely related happenings we know we are touching the stuff reality is made of.

More than anything, this tale is a psychomachy in which subtle forces disguised as human actors stage the ancient drama of pain and desertion for the heart to look deeper, beyond the treats and the tricks of Maya, in order to find... what?... I guess the hidden seed, the immortal seed, the seed of regeneration, which is what we all are looking for one way or another.