Venetian Graffiti n.2

My photo of another interesting graffiti on a Venice street wall
La patria sarà quando tutti saremo stranieri
literally:
There’ll be a homeland only when we’re all foreigners.

A paradox that overturns the traditional idea of homeland: not an identity that excludes, but a condition that includes.
Only when no one is “at home” can we all feel at home.
Is it utopia, or simply a definition still ahead of its time?

Venetian Graffiti

My photo of a whimsical graffiti on a Venice street wall
Non c’e più nessun Virgilio a guidarci nell’Inferno
literally translated:
There’s no more Virgil left to guide us through Hell

We’re lost in the dark, and this time there’s no teacher, no poet to show us the way.
Maybe we burned our Virgils, or maybe we just stopped listening.