Ladakhi People in Stereotip.ro (Satwa Guna stage, Ladakh 2008)

… i’ve never reached those places with my soul, i just felt as a blind wanderer on lands which may have been once blessed with quietness and spiritual strength. Maybe back then, the people who didn’t belong to that land came and told THEM that there may be something wealthier and then they killed their soul and settled off their spirit.
They lied them as you lie the child about life, they tarnished the paintings of their monasteries and they washed the frescoes of their soul, beautifully mutilated them, petrified and crucified them with their own childishness of the soul. They made them believe in something they knew it was ephemeral, dazzled them and dressed them beautifully with clothes. But there has been left some of them unseen, far away from the tarmac, but close to the sky, whom THESE ONES didn’t find, and even if they had found them, they wouldn’t reached the ears through which they could pour the wax of forgetfulness, they didn’t find neither they’re eyes…this way they didn’t get them back from their road, contrariwise they awakened them the memories and new strengths. I’ve wandered with a gloomy soul…people don’t look at each other anymore, they don’t recognize themselves in the earth they are walking on, they don’t smile anymore and they don’t cry out loud their happiness in the valleys where aforetime they were building the houses of the soul out of clay and faith. I’ve searched for them in their sleep and in the coldness of the serpent-river and found them in the current of memories full of the foam of forgetfulness. I’ve looked for them in their frowned glance and found them in the blueness of the pupil raised towards the sky. I’ve searched them in the palms battered by the new clothes’ burden and found them in the silk purl of the butterflies that led their children to put on their festive and dancing clothes. I went after their footprint on the road of reconciliation but i’ve discovered them forgotten of their roots. And then i’ve climbed up there, at the home of gods, and i’ve glimpsed the unseen through the walls of the halved houses, smiling towards their long life. They are drinking milk and have no new clothes. This is how i’ve seen the unseen of all that i met, far away from the tarmac and close to the sky.

“…nu am ajuns cu sufletul in acele locuri, m-am simtit doar calator orb prin taramuri probabil candva binecuvantate de liniste si putere spirituala. Probabil ca atunci cand oameni ce nu apartineau locului au venit si le-au spus LOR ca ar putea exista mai prosper si atunci le-a ucis sufletul si le-au adormit spiritul. I-au mintit cum minti copilul despre viata, le-au spoit picturile manastirilor si le-au spalat frescele sufletului, i-au mutilat frumos, i-au pietrificat si rastignit cu propria copilarie sufleteasca. I-au facut sa creada-n ceea ce stiau ca este efemer, i-au orbit si i-au imbracat frumos cu haine.

Dar au ramas unii nevazuti, departe de asfalt dar aproape de cer, pe care ASTIA nu i-au gasit si oricum de i-ar fi gasit nu le-ar fi gasit urechile prin care sa le poata turna ceara uitarii, nu le-au gasit nici ochii .. astfel nu i-au intors din drumul lor, dar le-au trezit amintiri si forte noi. Am umblat cu sufletul trist, oamenii nu se mai vad intre ei, nu se mai recunosc in pamantul pe care-l calca, nu mai zambesc si nu-si mai striga fericirea prin vaile unde in alte vremuri isi cladeau casele sufletului din pamant si credinta. I-am cautat in somnul lor si in recele raului sarpe si i-am gasit in valtoarea amintirilor pline de spuma uitarii, i-am cautat in privirea incruntata si i-am gasit in albastrul pupilei ridicata catre cer.

I-am cautat in palmele muncite de povara hainelor noi, si i-am gasit in firul de matase al fluturilor ce le indruma copii sa-si imbrace hainele de sarbatoare si ale dansului, le-am cautat urmele pasilor de pe drumul impacarii dar i-am gasit uitati de radacini. Apoi am urcat sus, acasa la zei, si am zarit cate un nevazut printre zidurile caselor injumatatite zambind spre viata lor lunga. Ei beau lapte, si nu au haine noi. Asa i-am vazut pe nevazutii dintre toti cei intalniti, departe de asfalt dar aproape de cer.”

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Link: http://stereotip.ro/fotografie/portret/stelian-pavalache/