I’M NOT CRYING TODAY…
… THE DEAF DON’T FEEL
Pine wood and opaline plexiglass
A little girl looking towards an indefinite horizon,
the posture of a starting feline,
a raised hand in search of an answer.
His thought is concentrated in the intensity of his gaze,
He’s perhaps looking at his future, or at a present he would like different.
Who knows maybe one day he will have to fight against a system that is homologating everything.
Children, so naïve and pure, still know the true value of dissent,
like the cry, which often opposes without too many words,
but too often the deaf don’t hear and the gaze of power turns elsewhere as
loneliness slowly seizes its universe.