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  • Martyriumperformance - photo Barbara Vigo
  • Martyriumperformance - photo Valeria Demuru
  • Martyriumperformance - photo Barbara Vigo
  • Martyriumperformance - photo Valeria Demuru
  • Martyriumperformance - photo Barbara Vigo
  • Martyriumperformance - photo Barbara Vigo
  • Martyriumperformance - photo Valeria Demuru
  • Martyriumperformance - photo Barbara Vigo
  • Martyriumperformance - photo Barbara Vigo
  • Martyriumperformance - photo Barbara Vigo
  • Martyriumperformance - photo Barbara Vigo
  • Martyriumperformance - photo Barbara Vigo
  • Martyriumperformance - photo Barbara Vigo
  • Martyriumperformance - photo Sabrina Maccioni
  • Martyrium performance - photo Barbara Vigo
  • Martyriumperformance - photo Sabrina Maccioni
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offering

I did it because you were happy with me.
because you loved me.
why leave me in peace.
and if someone has suffered, I have suffered perhaps I all this time trying to please you?
You, the great father. omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent. you, you gave me life, that I do not miss anything you've ever done, you who have made me rest in green pastures, and you led me beside the still waters.
is a time when children hate you, Father, that's how you become an adult. hate you, yes.
and then the children realize that they will never become adults, because you do not want. you show your rod and your staff, they comfort and fill our glasses, and the children remain children forever, and do not know how to raise their children, children that will remain forever, so no one will ever be as big as you.
yet this is not what we ask? to show what we can do?
I did it, I took the forbidden fruit. Now everyone looks at me, I'm important, so important that people gathered here on this day to talk about me.
oh, what have I done! hands refused, the heart of the legs every cell of mine refused. but I resisted, I was louder, I was in command, I wanted to.
behold, I have broken my neck soft. breathing has stopped and groans and eye to eye as blood flowed on him. tremendous force, a power that not even imagine creepy to have the power that breaks the atom, this is what I have been. and, like an atom broken, my heart has exploded into a cloud.
I do not suffer anymore, I no longer feel anything. How can I, if the soul has burned me? its dust covers me from head to toe, are black. and finally I grew up: I am now an adult.

father, look at your children and childhood fragility sacrifice to try to be great, to escape to your very long shadow, because you talk about them with respect and fear as it comes to you.
I should kill them all, my brothers, to find myself alone in the nest, the only son, the beloved, the chosen one. instead you will have to settle for the sacrifice of a lamb.
I chose the youngest and candid, an innocent yet too alien to death just to suspect her. has entrusted to my hands, and I have I delivered.

the sky is clear out of the bars. and ignores me.
I kill and be killed in my turn, according to the law. you kill the masses, but that is war, you kill for peace and you do not look the lamb in his eyes.
will you come? I see you sitting among others, when the judge will take me tied, her hands imprisoned?
father, you had your sacrificial lamb. accept my gift. with this sacrifice I will appease and you do not ask me anything and nothing will make me more harm.
has happened, your creature you got out of hand.

only remains frozen in the air like an echo, crying. the cry of the lamb meat and dreams, because I too am made of dreams, because that's my crying, I am the lamb.
Forgive me father for I have sinned.

the moment has arrived. please, tell me: perhaps only now are ready to listen. I am tormented by the doubt that I'd never realized, that I have not ever really known, of not being able to love you as you loved me. Tell me you forgive me.
but more importantly, before life leave me, before I found myself naked in front of you, naked and without a childhood without innocence, I want you to ask forgiveness:
Forgive me, my son, for how I created. forgive me, cain.

DAVIDE TOLU
FEDERICO COZZUCOLI