HECTOR

There are stories that are not born of the whim of men, but of the urgency of the soul to transcend its own mortality. The legend of Troy - the city of high towers, the city of the beautiful steeds and the temples that defied the patience of the sea - is usually told from the ashes. We have been taught to look at Ilium as a funeral pyre, as the final stage where Greek fate thrust its victorious spear. But before the smoke, before the wooden horse and the wailing of mothers in the early morning, there was a time when the earth trembled under the passage of the gods and the pulse of a pure man.
This work is not an echo of the traditional epic; It is the birth of an unprecedented voice. Here we will not passively witness the tragedy already written, but we will travel to the very origin of the vital pulse of Hector, the supreme defender. From the first glimmers of his childhood in the sacred valleys of Ida to the sacred and terrible threshold where Achaia's ships stain the horizon, each verse seeks to restore the dignity of the hero who loved peace but embraced war for love of his own.
José L. Vásquez erects here a literary monument of twenty-four cantos, structured like the pillars of an eternal temple. In them, modern poetry merges with the solemnity of ancient myth. Each edge is a stone carved with the precision of a goldsmith and the breath of a storm. The divinities of Olympus observe, interfere and cry, reminding us that mortals are the only ones capable of giving true meaning to eternity with their brief passage.
Let the reader strip himself of his time and cross the doors with plaster. The wind brings the sound of the sea and the distant glow of spears. The legend begins.