Bandoneon, songs from the empty tower and other poems

This book does not ask for consent or prolonged attention. It does not explain, does not accompany, does not console. It stands where the words that have already done their work are, and can now afford silence. It is a book of poems in the simplest and most difficult sense of the term: texts that do not want to teach anything, but to remain. To remain on the skin, sometimes like a splinter, sometimes like a breach.

Here the language does not seek effects, it seeks precision. Each poem is a promise kept halfway, like all true promises: it opens a space, does not fill it. There is no story to follow, but an emotional trajectory that only reassembles at the end, when the reader realizes they have changed by a few millimeters. Not enough to proclaim a turning point, enough to not return identical.

This book is for those who are not in a hurry to understand. For those who know that poetry does not serve to explain the world, but to make it less tamable. If you enter, you will not find answers. You will find a voice that does not raise its tone, and precisely for this reason does not stop speaking.