Love towards the others is a clandestine...When we believe to be clever we are clandestine as well

We are so worried about the others...

We are embarassed by the differencies near us, we avoid to meet people who are far from being usual because we do not know how we can face them.

Our shelter is in danger and we do not like to feel exposed to the unknown... Then a new awareness shake us and our belief: we are the others. All Human beings are part of our own story, we share with them our culture. Everyday life brought people in the past to travel, to ideally discover new countries. They wanted to impose their power and laws bringing about war with them, trying to heliminate the “differece”. Others aimed by a concept of peace let the culture spread and melt in order to open frontiers.

My home... I want to close the door and turn my head around to see the world.

I want to listen to all languages up to the moment in which they become one. I want the spreading of music, voices, rythms, colours, sounds, flavours... uhm! I'm curious and greedy. The man is a clandestine because he always passed through all frontiers, both phisical and moral, without asking any permission, the Hiroshima nuclear bomb, the microchip, the First World War, The United Nation Organisation.

We are at a turning point and everybody is asked to take his own responsibilty. We are called to help in the making up of a new society in which love, knowledge, respect, courage can be freely shared without any passport.

Leaving out any mental skeme, I believe that life is beautiful because is different