At the end of the stairway, we turned left and arrived at my tomb.
“I built it near my grandmother’s tomb, the woman I loved most in my life. It’s a common tomb, very simple with a room inside and no niches. I made a large red marble heart and put it above the altar. Too late, I realized that I had not only instincts but also a heart inside me. Better late than never! I engraved this poem on the marble heart:
I cannot force others to open their hearts.
I can just open mine first.
Then I will knock on another heart’s door
With the light of my love.
Naturally, the door will open.
If I can open one heart,
that heart will be able to open another heart.
More and more hearts will open
as ripples spread out from where a stone has fallen.
The landscape of life on Earth will change.
No more violence, war, and hatred.
Love will shine on our lives.
“Your poem is very nice, Mario. You must be a good poet and a good writer, I guess.”
“I’m neither. I just get inspiration once in a while. I don’t know exactly where it comes from. I can only say that without inspiration I wouldn’t be able to write anything.”
“In my opinion, inspiration comes from heaven. If a poet is not a mystic, he won’t get inspiration from above. In Ancient Greece, the Muses, Zeus’s daughters, were the source of inspiration for artists. They got ideas from the Muses and the desire to create poems, paintings, sculptures, music, and the like. These days, the names of the Muses, of Zeus, and of the Olympian gods have changed into only the name of God, but deep down, the same god was worshipped in ancient times, even though he was given different names.”
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