Tramonti, Amalfi coast. A fountain pen, loose papers and pens to paint, exercise books to write their own emotions, a sweet smile, intelligent, watchful eye over the people and things, ability to observe the world with the curiosity of a child and face life with maturity that only big men: this was Peter Tagliafierro.
the age of 12 years forced to live on a wheelchair because of muscular dystrophy has left a silent evening of 4 May 2001 at the age of 31 years.
Peter was disabled but this diversity has always fought, indeed has never been ashamed, made the dignity of its higher quality, more head high and proud look of one who knows to exist through the own being. His was a constant struggle to assert their rights to a normal life, a strong voice against mental and physical barriers that have affected not just his everyday life. He showed how the handicap, if not pitied, is a wealth within a community. His greatest wish was to be treated like a normal person, and it is this constant search for normalcy that made him special, sounding almost like a paradox in modern society where everybody wants the abnormality, to attain the standard image the perfect man.
Since then it has met with indifference and pity is reserved for those who are considered imperfect, but for this, never a victim, never a whimper, never a consternation of those who fear of not succeeding and feels that without legs you can not walk in another way, his personality was too strong to bow before the superficiality.
was an "invisible" who liked to watch and like all educated people did not like the scenes, too humble to show better, but his spirit and the beauty of his feelings he put in poems, paintings, or whatever he did, did it become like everyone else an intellectual.
" An intellectual is a man whose mind observes itself "So said Albert Camus in the notebooks, despite the untold suffering and Peter had become attentive spectator of life and the world around him, constantly in search of himself. It was the manifestation of pure thought, with its long silences, her looks and especially his words never angry, never obvious but always intelligent and expression of your mood. He hit him in the depth in dealing with the moments of the day, the intensity and the critical sense with which to challenge life, the importance was also given to those small things that might seem trivial.
In a world where God is chasing money, where you search for the nature of power in the money, and where man has forgotten the feeling you have before the beautiful, intended as art, poetry, music, and everything is an expression of thoughts and ideas, his greatest achievement was to teach to walk through feelings, not to be ashamed of being different, not to deny never his identity to hide behind cliches and platitudes that often offered as a form of life itself.
This is the portrait of Peter, a regular guy, who left all his poems, his paintings, his monologues to be remembered always as the ' man who taught him to walk .
Errico Taiani
The springs
I feel a warm heat on the skin
Product of the star spring
are usually surrounded by green
budding verse by verse,
by birds more and more different
and I dipped them in peace,
as the season of rebirth
where preclude the streets of sorrow.
( Peter Tagliafierro )