Pier Paolo Pasoliniborn on 5th march 1922
Intelligence will never have much value
in the collective judgment of this public's opinion.
Not even the blood of concentration camps
could draw from a million of our nation's souls
a clear judgment of pure indignation :
Each idea is unreal, every passion unreal,
in a people who lost their unity centuries ago
and use their gentle wisdom
only to survive, and not to gain freedom.
To show my face - my leanness -
to raise a single, childlike voice,
makes sense no longer. Cowardice accustoms us
to seeing others die atrociously,
locked in the strangest indifference...
So I die, and this too causes me pain...
Poesie in forma di rosa
Pier Paolo Pasolini - 1964