ROBIN REDBREAST

 

Vision of the being and the soul.

“Lonely little red bird “.
According to an ancient legend, this small passerine owes its unmistakable characteristic to a Christ’s drop of blood fallen on its chest as it, feeling pity for him, was trying to relieve his pains by tearing off from him the thorns of his crown. Passion and decision characterise it. Despite its dimensions it knows well how to make itself respected: pugnaciuos and proud. In its territory it does not let in intruders in. To its companion only he reveals itself sweet and loving. It woos her offering her food and sharing with her the territory it so jealously watches.

The little bird observes the void where Rubik’s cube is imprisoned.
Apparently it is solved but black holes are showing. On any of its faces.
To see and recognise oneself as not complete.
Different from what appears and stands outside.

All around a multitude of cards.
The fate and the destiny everyone of us meets in life.
The image of a life never born to the world. A failed project.

The barbed wire preventing the robin to fly but at the same time protecting it from the world which to him is unknown and hostile.
Inside a chair. Waiting.
A nail planted on it. Distant from its fulcrum.

What society asks us and what does not correspond too often with what we are and what we would like really to be.

A hope.
Suddenly the thread rebels and rises upwards.
The will to  emerge.

Anyhow

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