There are a lot of way to see

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Do you sometimes think that you have the wrong priorities, that you are ungrateful, that you have an absolutely wrong attitude?

We live in a constantly evolving society with that aura of eternal progress and constant improvement.

We can choose dozens of body creams, hundreds of toothpastes, millions of places to go on vacation, thousands of colors to paint the wall of the house, hundreds of plants to keep in the garden, thousands of shoes.

We have so many choices that we have no choice.

We have to run, accelerate, produce, move.

Never stand still.

Never relax.

Never stop to think.

Then between one race and another, between one starting point and another, between one finish line and another, between one finish line and another, you cross the street to run to the subway or the parking lot and in front of you there is a man standing in front of you, with a stick that is repeatedly knocked to the ground, who is dragged forward to assess if step by step there may be an obstacle, a sidewalk, a step, another person intent on walking, running or accelerating.

It is there, in that moment that your body lets go, in a chilling feeling, in a reverse purification that makes you feel dirty, stupid, ungrateful.

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Choice after choice, frenzy after frenzy, rush after rush, a hysterical escape from oneself between a lament and a controversy while out there there are people that that colorful world, those rainbows after a summer storm, that green meadow just put to new use can never stop to look at it.

Life has taken away one of its senses, the most important one, that of sight.

Imagine what it must be like to live day after day a life in the dark.

Not being able to look into the eyes of your beloved, not being able to enjoy the smile of a crawling child, not having the chance to see Usain Bolt run the 100 meters flat in 9:69, not having any idea how beautiful the photograph of Apocalypse Now is or not being able to be surprised in front of the sinuous dance of a dancer at the stairs.

All this is precluded to a blind person.
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Yet we run. We fill the emptiness of our lives with depressive and masochistic thoughts without thinking that at the end of a rainbow we could admire it, the sun goes down inside a lake and wish us good evening we can take a picture of it, see on a loop an overtaking of Valentino Rossi or an upside down of our football idol.

We can look into the eyes of our beloved, smile in reflection at the smile of a child.

But we keep on running.

We continue to suffer from an unspecified existential malaise in the name of progress, the evolution of a species in the process of self-destruction.

Ask a blind person how he is, what he feels.

He will answer you with a smile, he will tell you that he is happy to enjoy other things, he will tell you that he has managed to fall in love, he has managed to accomplish small tasks, to reconcile with life thanks to small gestures, that he knows what it feels like to feel the real human warmth.

A visually impaired will make you feel tiny towards life and for a moment he will look like a giant.

A life in color is perhaps the one with a mad pace and without care for ourselves and others that we have built for ourselves?

How much we would have to learn from these people, from these situations.

Individuals deprived of sight, from birth or sneaky diseases who have been able to cure their souls and live the best with what they have.

It is enough to look at their faces, admire their humble smile and wonder that perhaps we are the ones who do not see what color happiness has.



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Non senti mai l'esigenza di illustrare personalmente (con una fotografia, con un disegno o ... addirittura "con il sangue") gli argomenti che affronti?

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Wow che bella domanda.
Si.
Lo avverto a volte ma è una scelta che ho fatto 30 mesi fa.
Alcuni sanno chi sono, altri no.
La mia scelta è di non mostrare me ma le mie passioni.
Eppure fotografare mi piace e non sai quante volte mi son detto di fare post con le foto dei miei viaggi...

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