We have split and lost ourselves in a thousand trickles,
like waves of desire,
that never meet their heart.
The Only,
soul and fire of our sleepless nights,
seems to be leaving us now,
not bearing minds so great
which concentrate only on themselves.
While a millennium, orphan of signs and sense,
takes its first steps into the infinite of time,
the Futurists raise from their hundred-years sleep
and proclaim:
BEYOND the low horizons of what is contingent, we accept and overcome
modernity in the simultaneous sign of steel and stone, of light and its colours,
of Gigabytes and Pixels.
WE REINVENT reality through creative sign, the dialogue of Times and Ages.
WE ARE here and somewhere else at the same time,
but WE ARE in refusal of what is ephemeral.
FREE from the uncultured mass, from the ephemeral dictatorship of the number
we celebrate creative freedom, we tend to the Absolute,
we claim Eternal Art.
AWARE of the crisis of the old belongings, we wish for new creative syntheses.
WE DO NOT THEORIZE but we experiment the grafts of a new hope
on the alive body of society.
THE FUTURE is the permanent myth that casts us beyond the low horizons.....

August 2008
Mario Bozzi Sentieri e Angelo Cacciola Donati