Al Berto - Lunário

We followed Beno step by step, listening to his stories, his fleeting passions, his bohemian life, his nights of love and secret conversations. "In those years, they had all moved about without knowing very well if they would wake up the next morning. They lived in a constant fever, in a vertigo, in a permanent excess. It was necessary to live fast and die, preferably, while still young. None of them harbored projects or aspired to anything. It was indifferent to them whether they were alive or dead. They remained in that dimly lit and inescapable place: life. Some had run away from their parents' homes, others had voluntarily exiled themselves from the world. They lived scattered in suburban apartments, or had traveled to distant countries from which they rarely returned. And, of those who remained, none possessed a precise idea of ​​what would be necessary to do in order not to succumb to such desolation. None of them had even tried to explain to the others the strange emptiness that had taken hold of them. All that remained for them was friendship and the complicity of some passion to resist the devouring chaos of the city, and the almost beatific lethargy of the 'generation' to which they refused to belong," writes Al Berto in "Lunário".