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Alessandro Bergonzoni’s prayer for peace: “With newly joined hands”

In this demonstration organized by the Portico della Pace of Bologna and other associations, I turn to you Lafram, head of the Islamic community, to you De Paz, president of the Jewish community of Bologna and to you Cardinal Zuppi, as a fan of the only team I follow, the ‘Religious inter: I do it to repeat what I have been saying for some time: religions exchange faiths to espouse an idea, that of Peace, to combine, as many apparently adverse “civilian” victims already do, wrong and right and vice versa (which is the opposite of every revenge ever justly worthy), on this occasion which I would no longer want to be unique but habitual, also and above all during peace if it will return and for a total otherness.

The opposite of war is not peace but love. The opposite of love is not hate but death, the opposite of civilians is cowardly soldiers. The opposite of life is not death but violence, fear of being converted and the desire to convert. The opposite of continuous rape is disarming of all men. Let’s do what many fathers and mothers are doing who do not divide the earth into parts, but unite their children who were born different but died as twins. True blood relatives, spilled, children of each of us twin beings, united by a line of “nonfines” which is not identity but absolute sameness.

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I often say that you kill with the right hand and with the left hand but also with the third hand the lack (of mediation, negotiations, listening, forgiveness, vision, superhumanity and goodness). Then take our hands and also the Ottomans in your Muslims, because there is not only one blue star but also a green one next to the half moon, and don’t cross it over it, erasing everything, keep it close as a “plus” sign that it adds up to the others and to everything: the supreme and sacred of each one. They are in the same sky above the same planet, from west to east (if it doesn’t become the same war, with the same prisoners, the same motives, atavistic grudges and pretexts).

Let us no longer say that there is something underneath, tired of not seeing anything new under the sun: it’s only because we still don’t know how to look above it. Let’s free every hostage of now and those of all time, let’s not obstruct, let’s build. Maybe a synagogue inside a church that is in a mosque. Divine architecture art of the cosmos. The memory of every people’s past is certainly important, but as necessary as avoiding death and starting to cooperate on the memory of the future.

Do it too, not only for favor or pleasure, for markets, strategy and power, but for universal rights and beauty. Believe? Each to their own great Chi. To obey? Better to say instruct, protect, understand, return, soothe, encourage and without any more anger. Fight? Better not to beat. There is only one organ that beats continuously without killing anyone or winning it is called heart. May this convince us (science confirms that we all have it the same, with no flag planted in our sides, like the ones that aren’t there in Bologna, if not white or rainbow, which comes from that white which is not rendered but gives the idea) .

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Is it called heart? Let’s call him too, she will answer. It is a poetic, non-ethical question. We can no longer be afraid of being verses, verses and made of verses. A question of non-hostile style. This concerns all peoples who have always been at war, but it also concerns us even if not at war (?) and what concerns us is telling us that for a while it still concerns us and then it will no longer concern us. Too many obsessive distinctions lead to total, anatomical and atomic extinction. So we pray to you with newly clasped hands that continually reach us from all the victims: may no faith be faithless, may it not betray them by killing them for the second time, including their soul.
I believe in this joint thought of yours and ours of true conjunctivitis which I would like you to read together, no one before the other, in three voices. Three, perfect number: so as not to excel or overwhelm yourself or feel better.

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– 2024-05-03 20:18:17

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