Poverty is a multi-thematic piece inspired by the brotherhood and solidarity that arise in moments of shared hardship, when illness, loss, and deprivation create a deeper human connection grounded in the values of humanism—values that comfort and consumerism inevitably seem to weaken at their core.
And so the reflection becomes: poor in what? Rich in what?

A reminder of a possible balance can be found in our pre-industrial civilizations, in the agricultural villages of our provinces, or even in the communities of the so-called Third World—the so-called independent and non-aligned countries—where constant difficulty generates a vitality that is at times more existential and propulsive, and where happiness is sparked by simple, primordial sensations, released by a ray of sunlight or by a source of drinkable water.

Pasolini constantly described the misunderstandings between progress and development, and in his African Orestiads he poetically defined as inevitable the only possible revolution of the future, foreseeing the waves of migration that, as we now know, have turned the Mediterranean Sea into a true tomb of humiliated humanity.

And Pasolini—long before globalization intensified its commodifying force—dedicated to his old agricultural, pre-industrial Friuli a lied devoted to the sun, Soreli in Friulian. Friuli as a manifesto of territorial specificity and diversity before homogenization and consumerism; a symbol of the richness of popular and linguistic culture throughout Italy:

“The peasant who speaks his dialect is master of his entire reality.”

Sun, ah sun, as she combs her hair you laugh upon her curls and the stars die.
Sun, ah sun, in the village the dawn dazzles, the plaster trembles speechless in its mirror.
And the child runs along the festival path, with trousers fresh as a leaf upon his lap.