My roots

Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
Bring us farther from GOD and nearer to the Dust.
Choruses from «The Rock» Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888 − 1965)

In the dark Thomas Elliot's verses break down sharp, surgical, uncovering ephemeral cores of awareness: the immeasurable amount of information available without any filter of truthfulness, science uncritically conceived as "it can be done", the hegemony of the media and fashions, the virtual replacing the concrete, the increasingly dim perception of the Mystery that envelops our existence ... ... our inability to be Free. It is a thought, an allegorical story, made through images played on glances, gestures and portraits. Children precociously and virtually homologated, The exploding cry, barely repressed, of the desire for happiness that constitutes us. The uncertain future of a restless youth that shines through the eyes. The business, for which the individual is valid for his economic power. And finally discover and recognize the demon, often elegantly disguised, that is also in me.

But there is  a possibility of recovering my identity through the history. Through the sometimes restless glances of those who have lived for a long time, of those who testify to dignity despite the limits imposed by old age and illness. Rediscover serenity through a simple gesture made with love, in the wrinkles ……… ..of the history in which we have our roots.