Manifesto of Tisaneria
Tisaneria is a creature of the night.
It was born in a midfall night of 2012 around a table, over three hot teas, while
outside shadows and cold embraced the trees and tar in the southern Lands of Como.
It was not a dark and stormy night and who knows if stars overlooked down on earth…
It was the night when we raised our inner voices, held tight for too long by the darkness
of a chaining reality: the Italian one.
Finding a haven in one’s own fancy is good, but, when darkness is too much,
even dreams have no shadows and they can easily hide themselves.
Dante, Sommo Poeta, wrote:
Nessun maggior dolore che ricordarsi del tempo felice ne la miseria.
(“No greater sorrow than remembering cheerful times in misery”).
We add and adjust it to our period:
“No greater sorrow than living…
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