Sciopero per il clima 15 marzo 2019

SAVE THE PLANET!

THE SHADOW OF THE WARRIOR.

"Here I am again brother. Returning from another battle. The nth. As you can see, I came out victorious this time too. Lately, however, the more time passes the harder it becomes.

I did it again. Once again I vented my pain through my blood-stained sword. I couldn't help myself. It is said that everyone pours out his pain as best he can, maybe this is my way ... I don't know. What I can't understand, my brother; is why this weight on the chest does not want to leave. Since I have taken up the sword, I have won quite a few battles ... remember when we were young fighters competing with those who brought home the most beautiful and strong weapon as a war trophy? ... Yes, yes, you won almost always you; I admit that in certain things you had more taste than me. Hahaha!

But this time it's different. I am the enemy to win. Did you not say that the strongest warrior is our spirit that no one can break? I believe this is a battle already lost. From that day, when the gods welcomed you into their graces allowing you to sit at their banquet, what did I have to live for? My life is empty ... I have no wife or children to teach the art of the sword ...

The only thing that alleviates the grip on the heart is to return here, like today, to the dawn, victorious from the last battle; in front of this helmet and what remains of your ax, which of many men took life protecting our people; in this plain under the protective and severe gaze of the great Aruk-ha, where the great heroes like you rest to talk to you.

I hope that soon we will be sitting together to consume that banquet, raising our glasses to toast with the gods.

My shield is tired, my sword worn, my face carved by time, my spirit broken.
My mind just gets lost in memories.

Now, though, it's time for me to go again. The next battlefield is waiting for me, you know better than I do these days that you never rest.

I am a warrior, tired, alone and tried; but I'm still a warrior. I remember well that I still have a promise to keep. Our. Perhaps the only thing I can still hold on to.


Always watch over me. See you soon, my brother. "

Testi e disegni: Cosimo Gigantiello