Where Dreams

It almost seems to me to be a thief when I go around looking for life at sunset. My is a constant search for a dream I belong to. A dream made of lights lit up in homes immersed in the dark. A dream made of warmth, familiarity, conviviality, love and tranquility. Maybe if I had all of this I would not be here taking photographs. Perhaps my destiny is to feed others' dreams. Maybe if I reach happiness I would not dream anymore. But what does it matter? And to shipwreck is sweet for me in this sea. This is for me the project of a lifetime. A life spent dreaming. A dream of a life never reached, never completely. A family I've never had. Blubberies to be aware of. An absent father, a childhood in well-being, and then an adolescence, came to seek to survive on the street in an attempt to forget the tragedies I experienced, trying to rebuild what has been lost, to fill the emptiness that I felt within me. When you spend so much time imagining your future, pursuing your ideas, spasmodic research becomes end to itself. Sadness melancholy reassures you almost as the fear that what you desire becomes suddenly true. There were moments, maybe when I approached the dream of a so desired of normal life, made of habits, tranquility, affection, warmth that then dissolve, leaving me even more immersed in regrets. I do not know if it was myself that, as Dedalo, approaching too much to what I wanted, I burned my wings. I realized that I was aware that as much you approach what you dream, the more it goes away. And then you realize that desire, melancholy, dreaming, becomes more important than the very object of your search, of your desire. To be immersed in this feeling, dreaming, is a dynamic state in which you are led to move to what you would like to do, towards your goals, which, like the dogs in the track chasing their prey, move with you. And this movement is far from physical, it is a dynamism of the soul that tends and twists, screams and strides, often with pain and suffering. But at the same time it is also a distance that lets you understand who we are, both inside and out. I realized that we are all deeply fed by this state. It is the nature of man. His eternal dissatisfaction is the engine of the world and of progress. For me it is a house, for Colombo was the discovery of the earth. It is the engine of life, which makes us grow and make us better, even with unthinkable sufferings. Dream is life, dreaming is suffering. Paradoxical is the simplicity of the human soul, paradoxical the society that has been created around it. A society based on the dissatisfaction of ever-different desires promoted by marketing companies that have transformed us from free dreamers into simple consumers. It comes to me to wonder if my dreams are mine or are the fruit of the colonialism that I have suffered. Know your dreams and you will know yourself