To sow by hand

Sempre grato a Manuela Timofte per la sua sensibilità

Gobblers & Masticadores

by Marcello Comitini

Sometimes I seem to be one of those many country people who live in the simplicity of their hovels. The one who did not know how to turn his work into an industrial process and remained sowing by hand throwing the seeds with gestures from the past in the furrows traced with so much sweat. Her neighbors cross their properties, dressed in the most garish and appropriate garments to celebrate their abilities, skills, sitting on huge tractors or powerful threshing machines to collect the products of their mechanical work. Or, they walk proudly in their heated greenhouses, where what has germinated is sprinkled automatically, protected from all the unexpected of nature. Or suck the milk from the cows with automatic mouths wrapped by rubber lips. And everyone admires them around applauding their appearance and the know-how that has turned a man into a miracle.

I stay away…

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