The Doubt. The Dilemma of going. It belongs to the philosopher, it belongs to the foolish. Doubt Belongs To Mankind. The Man, who walks his path of Life. The doubt belongs to the Thinker who ask himself the meaning of his steps. The doubt is one of the names of intelligence according to Jorge Luis Borges. The doubt challenges the void, hides himself behind the existence’s appearance. The son searches the solution his father did not found. Both of them steadily Observe the moon. The moon observes them every night. It gives them the light of Consciousness, the idea that Time is nothing more than an Illusion.The moonlight grows, Shining always more. The moon get beautiful, full, conceited. The light comes, the light goes. The man leaves, the man Returns, following the philosophy of the Eternal return. The moonlight slowly decrease and switch off one day. The man looks at it as well as his soon, they feel abandoned. The moon reflect, far away from people eyes. As well as the man, she fold herself, challenging the void, hidden behind the existence’s appearance. But than, like yearly springs, the moon shines again, feeding herself of confidence, re-discovering her beauty. The man, dark and sad, see her beauty again. The son suddenly smiles. They both feel again comforted, they breathless grow again, feeling the energy of life. Hand by hand they gaze the splendor of moonlight, they find again, the meaning of their steps. The man will lose his path again but he will always find it again, realizing it was always there, waiting for him. The light of his consciousness will burn every-time he stops thinking.He is not his thinking, he is not the voice inside his mind. He is everything, he is a free soul. He will walk again, asking himself the meaning of his steps and in every action, he will challenge the void, hidden behind the existence’s appearance. He comes, he goes, he follows the path of his life. Doubt Belongs To Mankind. The dilemma of going goes along with him but his light will never forget to grow again, even when she felt like hiding in the dark.
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Rolling moneyless to South America
Five months on the road, together with two friends, overcoming the limits of our own thought, turning real something that seems impossible for the most, opening our eyes to a window of the world we had never seen before and filling our souls by fascination. Many and many emotions in this journey that we have called “The Locomotive of Freedom”. “Locomotive” as something which generate movement, physical and mental movement, from one state of consciousness and a deeper one. Locomotive as the name of the non governmental organisation we decided to find in a electrifying night in the city that made me becoming the man I was searching, Den Haag. “Freedom” as a goal, as a reality, as a concept to deep inside. “Freedom” as a choice of life, indipendent from someone else’s opinion or view, regardless of the path the people I had always around were taking. “Freedom” as a decision to choose for ourselves, to be whatever we want to be, to choose what we think correct to choose, to be free to take. As Robert Frost was writing in the last verses of his best known poem: “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I take the one less traveled by, and that has made all the differences”. Indeed, hitting the road has been concretely the big difference. Today the world doesn’t look to me the way it was before. Everything looks quite different. The things you see on the street, the behavior of the people you know, the way people conceive life. I have the impression I never lived the way the people use to live, today that I am back among the ones I always live close to. Five months on the road without using any money, not even one euro, not even for eating or for sleeping one night when tired. Five months in movement, traveling from country to country, shifting language from people to people, waiting in the road to get a ride, jumping from one car to another and going always South and more South, escaping European winter stepping into Sahara’s sun. On board of sailing boat, traveling in the Atlantic Ocean, between Africa and Canaries Island, between Fuerteventura and Gran Canaria, between Gran Canaria and Cape Verde, between Cape Verd and Brasil. Life, in the middle of the ocean, where you can find anything but blue, anything but pure immensity driven by the waves of destiny. Spiritual energies rising from the depth ot the sea, where your own self has no limit and run always deeper and deeper to find its real will, its real feelings and ideas, about everything what surround it. Walking with a solarback on the back, charging the battery of our cameras with the power of the sun, sleeping wherever life took us. Getting in contact with thousands of people, surprised and fascinated by the idea of our journey. Learning from people but also making people knowing which reasons brough us to do such a journey. Inspiring people by getting in contact with them and give a positive message of humanity to everybody we know, to spark curiosity about the world, give courage to people to make their dreams come true and to believe! Believe that a better world is possible and we can start living it today!
The story of this wonderful journey can be found on: Locomotive website Thanks to all who made this possible! Everything about the journey soon on The Locomotive of Freedom page!
Stillness Fascination
Mason Vicentino (VI), Italy. Scanavin family’s house, my grandfather’s house. While I travel the world, while I change my mind, while I develop new philosophies and I forget old ones, while I push myself forward, looking for new truth and new adventures, there is something that remain always still. I come back home every 2, 3, 5 months sometimes…and I feel lucky, to see the same pictures, repeating themselves over and over again: the same traditions, the same opinions, the same ways of living. Life is so easy that I don’t even imagine sometimes. The world can be so little and at the same time so meaningful. Life is everything is happening in the moment you are living it, a walk in the sun, a talk about football, the same old glance of your grandfather (lost between you and the incomprehension of who you are today), a glass of home-made red wine, shaving a thin beard sharing ancient laments about health. Harmony is inside all of these actions and I am impressed to see how intensely we can perceive some simple emotions that we were not witnessing for a long time. Giordano Scanavin, another unique human being. Discover the story: Stillness Fascination
Il Divo
Giulio Andreotti is still alive somewhere. 91 years old, seven times Italian prime minister.Incredible life the one of this inscrutable man. Self-control and an incredible concentration to draw the sort of Italian Politics for decades. He was the leading figure of the catholic party Democrazia Cristiana, weaving a web of connection that included the highest personalities of the Catholic Church, the masonic lodge P2 – which was including the most influent politicians, entrepreneurs, armed forced chiefs – Mafia exponents, and of course the biggest size of Parliament, including personalities from different parties.In 2003 the court acquitted him of the murder of journalist Pecorelli and ties with Mafia. All the accusations dropped by prescription. He was able to survive from all the accusation and scandals, some years ago, aged 87, he even run for the position of Senate president, suggested by Berlusconi’s party, losing against the opposition candidate Marini. The life of Andreotti is not easy to describe. Everybody dies around him while he is still there. He was the supreme strategist of power control of the Italian Republic as well as the invisible responsible of a series of murdering and bloodshed of people who were about to confess revolutionary truth about the relations between State, Mafia and Vatican. His life has been pictured in a divine way by one movie of Paolo Sorrentino, “Il Divo”, interpreted by Toni Servillo. The movie was awarded by the Prix au Jury at the Cannes Film Festival in 2008 and was nominated for Oscar in the makeup category. I suggest the vision of this striking movie, describing with exceptional freedom this complex character of Italian politics and the shameful system that rule Italy from Mussolini till modern Berlusconi paradoxal government. I just watched the movie and I was gladly surprised by the humanity in which his character has been described. Beside his identification as an evil power, “necessary to maintain the order” according to him, Andreotti is pictured as a lonely man, always suffering for migraine and obsessed by an incredible ambition of power. The weird and unfortunately not unique reality of somebody who direct all his astounding intellect the ambition of power and in the control of it, no matter when to do so he had to silence people forever. I wonder today what occupy his mind and whether his oldness is a way of expiate a pain that grow inside his soul or just another moment in his life as strategist of occult information.Follow the link to watch the clip of the movie where Scalfari interviewed Andreotti. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXUaFBX3Ats&feature=player_embedded
Routines are souvenirs I have forgotten.
I left some doors behind and I realized I was living. I traveled with no destination; I dipped inside the souls I crossed. I became tall and poor, busy and black, humble and fat. I seek emotions in every glance, peace in every square. Then I looked inside myself, the depth I found was limitless. The bottom was strikingly shiny. My mirror in one minute reflected sixty different persons. I thought I don’t belong to nobody. I thought to be the love child of my imagination. I’m ascertained that I could always invent my visions. Today I see new doors, no walls around them. Light come way before the gateways. Routines are souvenirs I have forgotten. I sit down in the air and I am not even tired. Energy runs all over my skin. I am in a rush to take my river on time. My appointments are calling the telephone I’ve lost. I am today that child who wanted to become older.
