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SEBASTIANO MAURI
ELENA STANCANELLI

November – December, 2013

Sebastiano Mauri – Elena Stancanelli

I pray to you.

I pray to your god my non-existent god – I pray to your “I”, and mine.

Not wishing to lose my faith and yours, I retain it.

I preserve it, and then display it. Inside these bells.

I display my faith inside the bells.

I display these small, frightening, blue

people inside the glass bells.

Who are they?

They are families.

They are made up of small, frightening people,

all different,

brothers, mothers, fathers, sisters

they are families.

They call out, but no-one hears them.

Except me. I hear them.

So I choose a place to keep them, to preserve them. I display them where I cannot hear their cries. Before, when I was a child, from time to time I would set them free.

I would let them roam around my room, this world, for a while.

But I lost some, and others broke, and then I heard them call out.

I could not tame them, or explain to them that they should not wander off, become broken or, most of all, they should not call out.

They are families.

Speak softly.

Ask them what you will

one by one

softly.

They answer.

But no-one hears them.

Except me. I hear them

from time to time.

Elena Stancanelli

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