Francesco Mottola

"I am a poor lamp that burns. The golden oil was collected almost drop by drop, with long patience and great love: the golden oil which recalls the painful pressure of the mill and the humility of collected on the black earth. An earthenware vase was placed And a lamp was lit that burns Feeding on its death. It is the secret of all life: a flame that seeks the heavens in agony and feeds on death. The flame and, until the poor earthenware shatters, it will burn - seeking the heavens."