What
would it be of us … elderly… tomorrow?
In a world in which the greeting was proper to address an
important person, today it is bought in a sight unseen in
the theater of life where we are the protagonists dressed
with small hypocrisy from merchant’s clothe, ready
to inject in the soul of the next one the poison accumulated
in the veins with shrewd intelligence.
Love, otherwise, true love, the one that is not bought but
it is earned with sacrifice it is often lived in vain
Not only the elderly, nowadays, but being human it is now
considered to the margin; in a society that easily forgets
the past and where the original words, traditions, sense
of life, order, prayer, sacrifice, pain, are hardly ever
able to enter the unusual vocabulary of the new generations.
Education, love, humility, comes disguised in appearance,
indifference, and arrogance.
Some time ago a dear friend that lost his mother in circumstance
that was “dark and mysterious”, told me of the
“thorns detached” in some hospitals the poor
elderly unaware fall in the clutches of the shady but respectable
citizens, limb that gravitate like hawks in the world of
public health. I
read of clandestine assisted suicides here in Italy, but
legalized in some other countries to “twelve stars”;
large business, in conclusion are speculated to be finance
by the death of the poor one’s.
If you are sick you are fried, you have difficulty finding
a place in the “lazaretto” and become a periodic
number; if you are rich, you have more possibilities to
crack better. Life is lived in function of the God money.
To be poor is a disgrace, therefore all are stolen in the
same manner.
We are victims and slaves of this industrialized progress.
For luck there are people who see with the eyes of the heart
the corruption, who feels the stinking smell of it (Moliere
already felt it 400 years does) and breath fresh air to
avoid getting infected.
A group of men near our time that went back to the past
and that not only with the pen, but also across the seven
notes, have reflected chinks of light between the darkness
that today coil the culture and the contemporary art infecting
us with their deep sensibility.
I would want to contribute and revive the moments spent
remembering last short motive of strokes that accompanied
pleasantly the moments of our existence and that deserve
a place to the sun.
“… My father buried a year ago, no one can cultivate
the live, green copper on its little nails and a lot of
sons to cherish, string on its suitcase that would not be.
They killed Pablo and Pablo is alive…” (Francesco
De Gregori ). “… It had a long rut the face
like a type of smile - and poured the wine and broke the
bread for who said I have thirst and I have hunger…”
(Fabrizio De Andrè). “…The old dry cough
that would carry them all to the sea…” (Claudio
Baglioni).
Imaging the face of the devotees of the well-known calendars
to the sight of the poor tired bodies wrinkled and weakened
of aging!
But where it is more “…that ancient courtesy;
the light bulb lit, that from 30 candles and those money
saved because you never know…there are always ready
for the troubles…” (Francesco Guccini). Although
we all assist to accomplice the slaughter, to the unrestrained
consumerism of the illuminations lit up also during the
day in the large and decorous town. The sharp premonition
of Renato Zero, with the recited singing, “will say
that you are old! ”. And “who will live will
see”, it added Rino Gaetano, prophet with a good spirit,
preacher of “a world made of sex”; less badly
that the calendars came from the north and not from our
work “terun”; (w the Italy of Francesco De Gregori).
I offend at the modesty even in the roads full of street
merchants - you parents, recalled your daughters to the
composure and order. And finish the list with Edoardo Bennato
that educated many generations with its cordless puppet;
“… and now that you are becoming like ONE OF
US…look at how many kids you have…” “…
The powerful ones make fear more of the sharks…”
(Are only songs – Edoardo Bennato). Don’t worry
dear Pinocchio (wooden puppet), “We” think about
you! Eye to Pinocchio, dearest babies that is not a puppet
anymore! There is an amusing play that Pinocchio taught
me (the true one!); was given to him from by the eat fire
(the true one!) If its practice with the video game, how
to succeed, how to amuse oneself, how to put down the old
one on the pedestrian streets and how to make war; (clowns
and puppets will never do it). The violence is sold in the
shops of the town and then the state teaches us the street
training in the school! This is amusing, do you believe
it? Less words, mine dear speaking whims, I would crush
yourselves still to the wall and when you think you have
taken the flight… laugh at yourself, “…its
like if the turkey flew …” (Francesco Guccini).
It has being 40 years that this “School” comes
taken as a soccer (and this ball does not ever enter in
the net); actually from Rome “a cagna between its
pigs” (journeys and mirages - Francesco Gregari Says).
“…To legalize the mafia will be the rule of
2000 and the charisma of mastrolindo to organize the line
with the arrotino with house play … children, come
parvulos, a dollar for your eyes…” (Francesco
Says Gregori).
“…How many bricks in the wall, still, to cement
without seeing more hate, violence, death…”
(The Wall 1980 - Pink Floyd). Alive water in the schools
and in the families, plus realism, plus truth, except for
university teachings and plus separation from the unrestrained
modernism that limits in a man his possibility to evolve
itself above all spiritually. “… Man and not
animal or chickens of breeding…” (Giorgio Gaber).
I taught in some middle and superior schools for a short
time, not even a greeting between you connects! That example
of morality, we claim that the boys are educated with our
teaching. It is impossible to educate when missing the sweetness
and the humility. Jesus taught by preaching: - “The
green wood its treated like this, that will seek of the
dry wood!” The giant multi ethnic advances inexorably
and our institutions unfortunately are not been in a position
to confront the problem with determination and resolution
and now will be too late “…human beast unstill
full of blood…” (Nomads-Guccini) will be catapulted
on our generations aiming to destroy the identity. Force
and courage, greased and christened unbeaten down; “…mask
strip down, except for sunglasses… the times are changing…”
(The voice of the owner - Frank Battiato).
Lets prepare in order to conclude the real larger task …
the earning of the eternal life, the grand promise of Jesus.
We help the youth to grow better, to have an identity without
piercing, tattooings, earrings, to exclude themselves from
the informal attitudes and from the senseless fashions.
We learn from the “old”, therefore getting to
the mystery of this word that recalls our attention to:
origin, memory, tradition to the sense of the life, to the
wisdom, to the prayer, to the sacrifice, to the sense and
to the dignity of the pain, to the respect, to the silence.
Mino Ventura