I arrived at the tomb of a man who, when he was sixteen years old, killed a boy of his same age with one punch. The killer’s name was Gerlando Sferrazzanetti. He remained in jail for fifteen years. During this time he learned painting. His oil paintings depicted sacred images and traditions of Enna: the procession in honor of Our Lady on July 2, the Good Friday procession, the Church of Valverde, and the like.
Seeing his photo on the altar in his tomb, I had a feeling that he must have been a good man, the murder aside. His feature were gentle and his eyes sweet.
An epitaph had been engraved on his marble niche:
As a rosebud becomes a rose,
And a seed becomes a tree,
So the soul grows and evolves
Up to the last stage, the light of love
This is an excerpt from November 2: The Day of the Dead in Sicily
Ettore Grillo author of these books:
– November 2 The Day of the Dead in Sicily
– A Hidden Sicilian History
– The Vibrations of Words
– Travels of the Mind