THE GOLD RUSH

Who is looking for more dirty now.
Taken by mechanisms of omnipotence, immersed in everything that we already have and never enough. Never enough for us. You go to pick up where we know there is. Without too much effort.
For the pioneers was the fever. Raved. After months, years spent with his legs to soak into waterways in search of yellow nuggets.
Hoping to find something that would change the course of their existence. To break free from poverty, they were overtaken by a misery far worse. That the destruction of himself. Of the total identification with the "gold" desires. The Golden ...
Became a nugget of gold themselves. A multitude of people, immigrants, of seekers, destitute, hungry, convict, of fathers, brothers, husbands ... looking ... prayed with faith, hope of finding ...
Faces proven dirty. Eyes wide open, eyes tired, hallucinating, delusional to the glimmer of a dream: to escape poverty. Finding enough to survive, but on the whole dream. Dreaming of a better, more beautiful and livable. A 'decent living.
What remains today of dreams? What is gold? There's more gold. There is almost nothing. Our world collapses. Our culture gold sinks, enamored of itself, collapses.
We were looking for gold, but thought to pursue happiness. So? We are confused, it is true, we were wrong, because gold and happiness are different things. Even children know this.

Paola Iezzi

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The photographs are by Paolo Santambrogio;
The portraits were made ​​Sardengna in Sulcis.