FREE PALESTINE

Palestine again, still this biblical land.

Signs of war everywhere.

Cities as Rafah and Ramallah completely destroyed.

Ruins like traces of a civilization.

A civilization consumed by mankind violence.

Every mother, as every land, has got her sons to preserve her, in every situation, until the end, until the extreme sacrifice of their life.

Martyrs, an ancient word.

Theirs faces look still alive, they seem to smile even if their smile is immovable, stereotyped in the narrow limits of a picture attached on a wall.

It’s like a human challenge over the barrier that separates living from dead; it’s like a challenge trying to fight tanks enormous power with the only help of few stones.

Resisting violence with wisdom: is this maybe the message that an old-man is trying to send to a boy?

And if this is not possible, the boy swears at least to the old-man to defend their own land until the end.

Their own land, where a beautiful woman slowly rise behind sacrificed walls.

Feminine presence, nature, justice, transcendent friend, comforting Mother Earth…Vision of Peace, that give the impression to look those children running through green fields, chasing their dreams in a better world, in a universe of joy.

Happy mothers look at their sons still alive, not dead yet, enlightened by the sun in a peaceful badge.

Walter Storri

translator: Luca Pulitini

oil on canvas 50x60 (2002)