A shoulder to cry
on
It's evening around
And I mingle with
people
In the desert
streets
I want to laugh
I want to cry
I fear returning
back home
to draw up
the balance of my
solitude,
afraid of losing the force to carry on!
Neglected and
scoffed heart
storming soul
watching a large dark horizon,
away, endlessly,
and strongly
pulsing
whom do I live for?
I wish at least I had
A shoulder to cry
on.
Cagliari,
04.07.1977
Dream and Reality
Comes the night
Covering everything
with its silver mantle
And I fall asleep
forgetting all my
sorrows.
And when I’m
sleeping
I do not know of sadness
Of anguish and
suffering.
And yet I’m Still
alive!
Basically I have
my share of happiness:
the mind travels, free,
in the infinitive skies
and somewhere I’m
living a beautiful dream.
And on the next
day
I face stronger my
reality
Hoping an idea
might come true.
In Villasor –
Sardinia 1976
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My Mother Earth
Who knows where
I've been in the last twenty centuries?
Maybe I was a
roman soldier
guarding the Hadrian
Wall
where I met a pale
blue eyes blonde love
to warm my winters
to show me love is
anywhere
anyhow.
and I was
scattered back
on some
Mediterranean coast
groping with the
Normans
a new life, which
is also
and again an old life;
like that I had as
Greek's slave
before my
manumission
when I captured
those
I had been
conquered by.
And when I'll be
searching
for other worlds
far in the skies
will I remember
my Mother Earth?
Second Scene
(the above said; Eleanor of Sardinia; his husband
Brancaleone Doria )
As they come in there is a man
playing launeddas, while a mature, nice woman is wearing some coral pendants earrings; the two people are dressed in
Sardinian traditional suits and are very fashion. The furnishings are very
simple: a mirror, four wooden chairs, a table, a stool, a cupboard. In the
middle of the table some flowers and a faience jar of wine.
Eleanor (still
looking herself in the mirror trying to fix the earrings) Come in!
Virgil: May we
come in please?
Eleanor (like
before): Of course you can! Come in and take a sit! I’ll be with you in a
minute!!!
Virgil: Thank you
madam!!!
(they seat around the table while the boys
keeps on playing; after a short time Eleanor seats down with them)
Eleanor (while
sitting): What wind of fortune brings you here? You look as foreigners to my
eyes!
Virgil: You’re not
wrong madam! We’re travelers and we come from very far!
Eleanor: Welcome to
my house! Where are you from? There’s something familiar on you two but I can’t
say more…May I ask your names?
Virgil: My name is
Publius Vergilius Maro!
Eleanor: That’s
why your acquaintance was so familiar to me…I’m honored to have in my house
divine Virgil. What about your silent friend?
Virgil: His name
is Durante Alighiero degli Alighieri…
Dante (shyly):
Please, call me Dante…
Eleanor: Dante
Alighieri!!! That’s unbelievable!!! Brancaleone, have you heard? We have Dante
Alighieri, the Florentine at our desk!!!
Brancaleone (stops
playing, puts the launeddas in the stool and goes closer, taking seat after
shaking hands with Dante) It’s very nice to meet you!
Dante: It’s my
pleasure!!!
Eleanor: There is
Tuscan blood in our veins too! Though you might consider we are political
rivals in some way!!! Please, my dear, take some glasses! We’re going to drink
for celebrate this day!
Dante (confused
and fascinated): Thank you very much;
but please, don’t say I ‘m against
you domina…
Eleanor (fiercely): I’m Eleanor Serra De Bas from Sardinia, daughter to the King of
Arborea, Mariano the Fourth; my mother was Timbora di Roccaberti daughter to
the catalan Viscount Dalmazio.
Dante (standing up surprised, fall on his knees to
kiss her hands): Let me pay the respect you deserve, queen of Arborea…
Brancaleone brings four glasses and smiles at Dante’s
kneeling
Eleanor (helping him to stand up): Oh no, you are my
guest, please. I know you are a great poet! Please have a drink (Dante,
Brancaleone and Eleanor have a drink but Virgil doesn’t)
Dante (drying
his eyes off the tears of commotion and drinking some wine): I’ve known
your great-grandfather Mariano the Third, in Pisa, in 1312; we were both there
to pay respect to the great emperor Henry the Seventh of Luxenburg, the so
called New Moses. His father was Chiano d’Arborea de Serra Bas, married with
Giacomina della Gherardesca, daughter to the Count Ugolino della Gherardesca…
Eleanor: You know a lot of things of my family,
Dante!!!
Dante: You belong to a great family! And Pisa is not
so bad as I painted in my comedy…
Eleanor: Thank you Dante, though I must say that I
feel to belong to Sardinia, more than to Pisa…
Dante: I was wrong and unfair to you country,
beautiful queen Eleanor and I apologize for that. Could you ever forgive me, you and your people?
Eleanor: So many people have been unfair to my country!
And after all, who can say he has never mistaken?
Virgil: I think we need to go my son…
Dante (standing up and tendering the launeddas to Brancaleone)
For the love I promise to take to your
country, please play for me once again!
While Brancaleone restarts playing Dante and Virgil
will go away and the light will be off!
Second Act
First Scene
When the curtain is open again it’ll be visible a luxuriant landscape with
birdsongs, water’s gurgling and brush’s
rustles.
Dante: What a peaceful place, master!!! It seems a
paradise!
Virgil: (laughing) Don’t mix up your senses! That’s a
place of repentance, not of joy!!! Here people find another chance to deserve
definitely the eternal joy!
Dante (surprised): Do you mean they could yet get lost in hell?
Virgil: Yes, son, they actually could!
Dante. I’ve always thought that purgatory was meant to deserve the paradise…
Virgil: There must be such a places, but not here!
Dante: But people here do pay for their blames?
Virgil: They also do that; but they must show another
attitude to the meaning of life!
Dante: But people do reincarnate? Or do they play the
same role they had in the earth?
Virgil: There are other places for reincarnation my
son. Here you find the same characters
of the earth. Only they have other opportunities. In some way this place
recalls the way the earth must have been before the man became so complex and
adulterated…
Before Dante might interact a sound of cane flute (better if it comes from Sardinian
threecaneflutes launeddas) is heard coming behind an half open door…
Dante (ecstatically): What a celestial sound? Who is
playing it there?
Virgil: ( after bending to see) Have a look yourself…
Dante: Who is that
wonderful lady?
Virgil: Would you like to talk to her?
Dante: Please, master! It would be great if I could!
Virgil (knocking at the door): May I come in?
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Thirtieth – second Scene
(The second Ante Hell: the guests are damned
to gain money during the day and loose it at the end of the day; that’s
forever, each and every day. The
scene is occupied by a Stock Exchange’s
Hall (alternatively a video may be sent on); Virgil and Dante will observe,
from a hidden point of view, lot of people, suited in a very fashion way,
shouting and making signs each others;
some of them will be talking very busily, through small mobile phones
very trendy and, from time to time, they stop talking in order to pass signs
orders for selling and buying stocks).
1st man (making
signs with his fingers)
-
I'll buy fifteen hundred!
2nd man
-
I'm selling three thousand of them!
3rd man
- I
need ten thousand quid!
4th man
- Put
twenty thousand a part for me!
5th man
-
Swap them with the General Electrical, mate!
Dante (in an embarrassed tone of voice)
-
I can’t really understand what’s going
on over there, master?
Virgil (sighing)
- They are making money...
Dante (a bit perplexed)
- Do you mean,
they are sort of landlords bankers???
Virgil
- I didn't say that my son! They are actually mostly inventing money
than producing it. They produce nothingness as matter of fact… I mean: not
material stuffs…
Dante
- I beg your pardon, sir, but I'm afraid I can't get the meaning of it!
Virgil
- Of course you can't, my son!! It's not easy for anybody to understand.
Listen to me, I'll try to explain to you the difference between production and
speculation, real creation and virtual richness! If you write a good book, for instance, and
you sell it to a firm to be published and then the book is sold in the shops: the buyers have a book in
their hands; you, the editors ,the book sellers and all the people involved in
the business share the profits; is that clear up to now?
Dante
- Very clear indeed, master!
Virgil
- That's right! Let's suppose
now that your publisher hasn't
got the money to publish your book!
How can he get it?
Dante
- He goes to a Bank, I might suppose!
Virgil
-And so do I, my son! But what happens if the banker hasn't got enough
money himself?
Dante
- I suppose my book won't see the light yet!!
Virgil
- It might be right, my son! Unless you don't consider
the role played by those guys up there (he shows the stocks changers)
Dante (perplexed)
- I'm sorry, master, but I'm still blind...
Virgil
- Never mind it! Just follow me for a little more! The banker goes to
those guys (he points out the stocks changers again) and asks them to sell the
idea of publishing your book to the savers! 'You know what savers are, don't
you my son?
Dante (readily)
- Well, they are people who have more money than they need to live
through!
Virgil
- Correct, my son!
Dante
- And of course they want their money to be safe for future needs!!
Virgil
- That's still correct, my son!!! Put it
like that: the savers trust the bankers and the stocks exchangers; they even trust you and your writing's skills! But this would not be
a problem: financial investors have more instruments to convince savers in
order to reach their targets! I'll show you later how a magic box can wash people's brains just staying at
home!!!
Dante (trying to understand)
- So the banker asks the stocks changer to ask the savers to buy the
idea of publishing my books...
Virgil
- Yes, that's it!!! There are plenty of instruments: the publisher might
have emitted some titles to guarantee the credits and the savers will buy those
titles; or they can buy the future profits which are expected from the selling of your books; they can even just lend their
money on the promise of an interest to be paid...
Dante
- And this money is given to the banker and borrowed by my publisher...
Virgil
... who publishes and distributes your books all over the world!!!
Dante
- All over the world,
master?
Virgil
- Of course! Can't you write a Latin book to be sold all over the world?
Dante
- Well, I suppose I can do it, master!!
Virgil
- Well! And that's your first book, is n't it?
Dante
- Yes, master! Though I don't see nothing wrong on it...
Virgil
- But this is only the beginning, my son!!!
Dante
- What do you mean , master?
Virgil
- I mean that now, those guys (indicates the stokes changers like
before) can ask the savers to buy your next book...
Dante
- But I have just written my first
one!
Virgil
- It doesn't really matter my son!!! They will sell all the goods not
yet produced like the wheat just seeded and all the events on the future to
come!
Dante (very
surprised)
- Will they?
Virgil
- And that's still nothing! If a firm is worth one million they can
increase its value, just up there (shows
the busy guys in the stocks exchange once again) up to ten millions or up
to hundred millions, though its real value is still just
only one million!! And that's thanks to the trust of people, 'till the game goes
on!!!
Dante
- Now I know master, what you meant, when you told me the guys over
there make money from nothing!!!
Virgil
- I'm glad you did it, my son!!! Come on, now, let's leave these
incontinent people and go to the higher states!!!
Dante
- I’m
feeling a sort of repentance master…
Virgil
-
Why?
What Are you feeling guilty for ?
Dante:
-
For
I was too scared to see the secret meanders of hell…
Virgil: Do you think so? I don’t agree you, my son… On
my opinion we have seen more than enough of iniquities and desperation!
Dante
-
Didn’t
we miss Mao-Tse-Tung, Jossip Stalin,
Adolf Hitler, Benito Mussolini? And more: Eric David Harris and Dylan Bennet
Kelbold, Ariel Castro, Marc Lépin, Rodney Glen King, Sang Huj Cho, Benne
Gunness, Irma Grese and other horrible females…
Virgil:
-
(stopping
him) Believe me my son: the hell is like
the universe… he expands to infinity. You cannot really visit the hell
all around. It’s impossible!!!
Dante (only half persuaded)
-
I
see… What about Zwingli, Calvin and Luther?
Virgil (with a mischievous smile and pointing up with
his right forefinger)
-
All
three upstairs!!!
Dante (admitting his fears)
-
Why
am I so doubtful and suspicious when I have to move to a new place?
Virgil (laughing)
-
Come
on Dante!!! We’re leaving the bloody hell for a surely better place!
Dante (reassured)
-
You’re
right, master! So we’ll face now the upper lighting cone?
Virgil: Oh no, my son!!! We’re not allowed to travel
in the future!!! We’ll cut the the walls of the upper cone instead!!!
Dante: How is named our next destination?
Virgil: We are going to visit the nearest of the forty billions of
habitable planets astronomers estimate existing in the Milky Way!
Dante: Gosh! I thought such a nearest place was Alpha
Centaury!
Virgil: Update your astronomical knowledge my son! Have you ever heard of Trappist Systems?
Dante: Please tell me what are them, master!
Virgil: Well, I’ll tell you of them in the way to
Purgatory. Let’s go!
Exeunt.
Endo of the Forst Act
to be continued...
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Born in 1959, his works span 40 plays, a wealth of novels, essays, children's books and translations.
He is also one of the most recognised and widely performed playwrights.
In the words of the Swedish Academy, he "blends the nature of his Norwegian background with artistic technique" and is commended for "exposing human anxiety and ambivalence at its core" in his works.
