Fulvio Pulitini

BEYOND THE WALL

A desire of escape from a terrible and dreadful reality, looking forward for new horizons, new lands and new realities, and to succeed on it you must go over obstacles, barriers and walls.
Childhood. Pumped up toy-balloons, if you let them go, if they flee from children hands, they fade away in the sky, in your fantasy, in your dreams.

To dream. Maybe in our childish fantasy, we could have grasped at the ropes of the toy-balloons and fly in the sky with them, towards the infinite and over; by magic overstep enormous obstructions, the vast limits of the altitude, like that cruel wall, cynical and material, that dares to reduce the space of freedom.

Beyond that wall the sun rise up at the horizon.

A new dawn, a new daybreak, a premonition for a better day, a premonition for a better epoch, of a magic era.

Otherwise if you take a better look of half of the sun over the barrier’s edge, you could even believe to glimpse as a symbol the mosque of Jerusalem.

Walter Storri

translator: Luca Pulitini