George Bernard Shaw said, "You use a glass mirror to look at your face and use artwork to look at your soul", it was not for this reason that man reads, looks, looks, cries of art In any form to get to it.
Finding in front of the Catholic Diary of the Young Casali means asking questions about one's essence, society, and God.
An essential question that needs to be made before reading: must we be indoctrinated in religion to read this work? Of course, no, and above all, such a low-inflationary argument can prove profoundly intelligent, full of emotional burden and full of lights and shadows.
Anyone who wants to read this "little diary" can only go into a thick wood of questions and find his personal answers at the bottom of the path.
It is definitely an intense journey in its brevity. But we do not want to reveal it all. Defined as a "little miracle" is a fusion of poetry and religion, the latter is not always recalled, but is rather made to feel "presence," as if it were part of a continuous interrogation internally in prayer. Through this particularly intimate and musical poetical composition, Casali is particularly concerned with human errors and fake perbenism that pervades our society, on the path of man with its falls and its losses.
How can a man surrounded by the patron of the opus perbenism see the Truth? How can you go back to the origins and respond? Fifty pages that are not enough.
"A bit of truth please / on my body that does not have the answer / soul lost that bad."
Here's an excerpt.
Silenzio
C’è chi dice bisogna contemplarlo
o starci rumorosi nel silenzio.
silenziosi con cura poi curarlo.
Ma silenzio è lo stare cristosenza,
il silenzio tumorale assenza.
non si cura lo sai che cosa manca.
Attesa che i corpi si ritrovano
Nulla più che come te
l’amore, rinuncia e croce
in questa vita, nella sua morte
che poi non è morte perché
vive ancora e ti pulsa nel cuore,
ti consuma e preserva
l’attesa che i corpi si ritrovino,
si facciano carne
una sola, senza tempo –
che cos’è mai il tempo.
Compieta
…riappacificare
ciò che so con la testa e con il cuore
diventare con lo stomaco
metabolismo, bile…
scenda su di me signore
la tua pace quando dormo
Resurrezione…