There is a novel which describes the life of most of us. That portion of our own very remote past that young people have never known but always comes back. That is to say to each generation. E ', the story that involves and Antonia sweeps, no less that history, one with a capital. That relates capital to be our own tiny lives. And the beautiful Antonia lives in rows de "La Chimera" , Sebastiano Vassalli, his and our history as some of us have experienced when they were more or less the age of the witch of Zardino. Sixty-eight were born in the roaring years. Which followed immediately by spontaneous generation, other years. Lead this time. And red blood often innocent, almost always useless. Then we did the "great refusal". The company refused, the State, the injustice, the profit and the world. Seemed all easy to reach. The life I lived as Antonia, Antonia as the company rejected. That more and more consciously refused pulling straight on his way clear and sincere. Po as the mists that surround the heart of peasant zardinesi (they call it?). As our hearts for a time, surrounded by other, more toxic fog. But equally Po.
refused all, then. The authority, society, the slow pace of life, his tumultuous jump in paradoxical syncope. We thought only in dreams. In our dream to take on the future with unshakable certainty. We feed, all, like Antonia "g reat dreams complicated and futile as life. Almost always beautiful, sometimes like life, even foolish. " As Antonia Renata Spagnolini Judith, the beautiful witch Vassalli, chimera passionate and vital, therefore destined to death. Like us, like you, "s ognava the sea like an upturned sky ...." wanted to reverse our sky, put it back, or rather, feet and re-establish once and for all the state of nature. Forgetting that "nature" is all that exists. Us too. Too. We thought it was enough to fight in the open, openly, in the heart wide open. We lived in the chimera, so in history. Just as vassals of the book explains and denounces and condemns. Many of us, like Antonia, ended at the stake. Others came out scored in depth. Still others were just touched it. But the irresistible force of the year was pressing and push forward. To where, then, none of us knew. There seemed to be "... to understand, finally!, Something of the life energy senseless, a monstrous disease that has ravaged the world and the very substance of which things are done ..." . The substance, the & # 160; dream. Listen to the Duke of Milan: "We of the same substance that dreams are made." I do not believe in coincidences: the action of the novel Antonia's spouse Nidasio, Don Michael, who dispensed grappa, medicines, holy water and who knows what else, takes place in the same century in which the bard of Stratford-upon-Avon wrote the " Storm."
Meanwhile, look for someone to love. And also, for reasons of symmetry essential, someone to hate. Research, it says, I do not really difficult. But the hatred is. Hate is a difficult art at least as much love. It requires the will, tenacity of feeling, fortitude and perseverance of purpose. Above all, we hate some ideas. I hate brandy because no real hooks, manipulated, used in everyday life: "And 'pure hatred: abstract, disembodied, disinterested: that which moves the universe, and that survives everything. Human love, as sung by the poets, a comparison of hatred is a fact almost non-existent ... ". It 's a fake author' the love that moves the sun and other stars ?
pages are also instructive and relentless dedication to those Vassalli water disputes in the Lower Piedmont of the seventeenth century. It has been four centuries. Italy is no longer English Empire. The water is no longer or not yet a problem. But litigation, those never die. And who does not quarrel, do not want to fight you "refuse". And turn off the Tv Fortunately no one can turn dreams. No one has even turned off the fire that devoured the eyes of blacks Antonia.
Pictured is the Chimera, the interpretation of a red-figure Apulian plate, ca. 350-340 BC, Paris, Musée du Loire
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