The Iron Tower.

 

A magical place under threat again of destruction.

The establishment is threatening me again, my small forest landscape in the middle of this putrefied hole is going to be turned down next Wednesday.

I don´t know how I ended up in this shithole of losers, the thing is that from a  chaotic place of  crap and crash I created my own paradise.

Within a village of countless irregularities and contradictions, I am demanding my rights, creating conflicts.

A very mediocre architecture is being built by political owners who had been taking profit of the land as well, deciding whether it  is agricultural, rural, rustic, urban , urbanistic, or God knows what. As they are  always controlling  relatives or friends of the corrupt  PP, when an unwanted project is coming; always for the benefit of the village, the foreigners, me, have the worst part, without even being notified, well you can always check the official state bulletin, or the local announcements made by the village administration. Probably not even God again, understands this.

I am a powerless person with little opinion and I don´t think I can stop the iron tower lying down from being erected any longer.

The electrical post monument of mass produced shit needs space in the middle of a 40-year old beautiful pine forest, in spite of the enormous empty land right nearby.

No matter how hard my complaints are, the powerful establishment again is going to violate essential values, disrespecting nature.

Who profits, Iberdrola is rich, jailed Carlos Fabra’s friends who left behind an enormous amount of followers.

I am going to fight this unbearable installation of the iron tower as hard as I did illegal farms or industrial waste disposals on agricultural land.

Wish me luck.