Tra di noi c'e solo l'io - 8 marzo 2008
Between Us, Only Me
I knead my clay. I spread my pigments to feel nature's embrace. I stretch my two arms across the
river. In the perfect moment my flesh becomes fertile soil; my blood becomes streams of water. I feel
myself in the swinging of the branches, in the flying of the birds, and in the rush of the rapids. I am
satiated by what Dante describes in the final words of "The Divine Comedy" as "the love that moves the
sun and other stars (l'amor che muove il sole e l'altre stelle)."
I stretch to smear the impervious 21st century distinctions between the sacred and the profane. To
rediscover the mystical wonder that has been bleached from our time by commerce, science and
polemics. To share a world where the spirit of nature can, if only for a moment, overshadow politics. To
uncover the portals between the perfect and comparatively eternal stability of nature and my own
transitory existence.
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