*Göngora et labora*, Forthcoming.

Book cover by designer David Mejías.

Proof-reading the text now and expecting to end by the end of this month. The book will be published by September via Amazon. It took me three years (24/7), three of the most passionate and intense years of my life. There was no time for thinking (almost) anything else, not even Global Warming, not even our near-term human extinction caused by Abrupt Climate Change, something that resembles that feeling of Poem 107:

   Things, my dear Celalba, I’ve seen strange:

to crack themselves clouds, to bolt winds,

high towers kiss their firm foundations,

and to vomit earth her own entrails;

   hard bridges to break, like tender reeds,

prodigious brooks, raging rivers violent,

badly waded through by the thoughts,

and worse by the mounts were they bridled;

   the days of Noah, people climbed up

onto the most high pines arisen,

onto the robust beeches most full-grown;

   shepherds, dogs, huts and cattle

on the waters saw, with no form and lives,

and nothing I did fear but my own concerns.