Aquí la noche tiene el nombre de Valeria
It is difficult to classify this book in terms of genre: aphorism, diary, prose poem, story… There is, above all, an experience of a land that I feel as my own, since my ancestors have lived there for centuries, but I also need to link this geography with that which made us what we are: Rome, of which so many vestiges remain in Castile and, specifically, in the province of Cuenca. The text is subject to multiple readings. At a certain moment I say: “This book is a theory of Castile”, and that is how I conceived it. The question of Castile, of what it is, what it was and what it means today, oozes through all its words. Parallel to this engine, there is a second narrative line in which Antiquity, through the ruins of Valeria, intertwines with the present. At the confluence of both paths, and in the ghostly characters that inhabit them, this strange and brief book flourishes.
