Allegoria Stories

The work depicts an atmosphere steeped in memory and decadence through the image of an antique grandfather clock, a tangible symbol of the passing of time and the inevitable decay of life. Set in an old, dark house, the depiction of the clock with its dull silver face, its hands like tired blades, and its pendulum swinging like a scythe evokes an almost mystical and unsettling presence, a harbinger of a time that never stops but is simultaneously charged with forgotten memories, pain, and oblivion. The clock thus becomes a metaphor for an existence consumed between waiting and sacrifice, a silent witness to the passing generations, the lives born and die, and the conflicting emotions of fear, resignation, and ultimately acceptance of the flow of time as a continuum uniting past and future, death and life. The poem conveys a profoundly human and philosophical message: time is no longer a condemnation or an enemy to be cursed, but a flow to be welcomed with wonder, a rhythm to dance to, recognizing in every ticking a gift and not a condemnation.

Pidìppa, Didìppa o che si dir voglia -si faceva chiamar così in amicizia-, era una giovane estremamente accidiosa. A voi che apprezzate le storie: le dicerie narrano di come si sia ritrovata per sempre dormiente nel suo stesso letto. Benvenuti a Strampalandia!

poesia prosaica tutto è metafora, ogni cosa è allegoria le dinamiche della ragnatela più bella del cosmo