Friday, March 30, 2012

The trees tell us stories from the past.

We stopped and stood in front of many trees in the past 4 weeks. So many trees, in so many different countries. Every day we play, we drive, we eat and we hear stories from the Trees.
I have plenty of new pics, plenty of words going around my head.
I'm happy today, I'm enjoying the Sun.
The Sun is telling our bodies to be strong and keep on our path.
Here you will find three pics, of different trees, with different stories.
The first two are from Terezin, also known as Theresienstadt, in Czech Republick.
There were a konzentration camp in this little town. We played one minute away, so we decided to go and pay our respect to the dead, and show our anger towards the ghosts of the perpetrators.
Trees told us stories, told us never to forget. If we will forget, it will be only for a choice of ours, so then we will pay the consequencies.
This few words won't teach anything to anyone. Few words to remember a day we spent hearing maybe some of the saddest stories from some peculiar Trees.
Last photo comes from Stoke Newington Cemetery, where we went to fly balloons with booklets of our beloved Ving Ngo. We freed the booklets in London's sky, and we did it again in Amsterdam, Holstebro DK and Prague.
Another way for telling stories.
It won't take me so long to come back here, I promise.
Let yourself willin to hear stories from everyone, especially from the Trees.

1 comment:

  1. Sono il tale lievemente barbuto che ha comprato il vostro ultimo disco ai sotterranei e se l'è fatto autografare (parlandoti della sua uscita per snowdonia).
    Stupendo il vostro album, lo sto usando per accompagnare la mia lettura su un libro di arte + alchimia. E' tremendamente evocativo e fuori dal tempo.
    Come ti avevo detto, questo è il sito del mio gruppo
    e giacché ci sono, questo è il mio sito personale (ci sono alcuni lavori miei, pittura, video and so on)