"you have to suffer,
to better understand death beforehand."
Michelangelo

I separate myself of time,
I become dumbfounded in the face of the statue...
Virgin Mary holds in her arms
the body of her son, after crucifixion
and I feel like I can hear
the stifled cry of the mother.
Behind me, a visitor shouts:
"The statue doesn't transcend the world!"
The marble of the two bodies shines
my soul hugs
the face of Virgin Mary...
A light descends from the skies
another coming from inside the material,
enveloping the clothes of the tortured souls:
Another left toward the skies,
another left on the earth...
And the present moment becomes umbilically tied
to the one from the past...
I tightly hold the hand of the quiet moment
like a ball of yarn I hold it,
I unravel it and then I understand
the sacrifice, the mute sadness
on the face of the Virgin Mary;
With the power of thought I measure
the profound pain of a mother
of the loss of her one and only Son...
and the genius of Michelangelo disturbs me,
his explosion of spirituality, of idea
transforming matter,
giving it, from his whole soul,
graciousness, divine state
lasting ages,
evidence of what happened...
Oh, how close I feel now, the statue of an icon!