The sky is dark over the churchyard of Saccargia. The bell tower chiseled in white limestone and black basalt climbs up into the night like the last ray of light on the proscenium of Logudoro. When the vigil lights dominate the pitch darkness, the silence has begun to make even the most rebellious souls vibrate.
It is "silence-dissent" that climbs the steep and tormented streets of one of the most haughty and rebellious monuments of the Isola dei Nuraghi. Far from that "silence-assent" that on the other side of the Island, in the freezing palace of Viale Trento, seat of the most "Draghian" of the Regions, has thrown open the doors of the north of the Island to the oilmen of the wind.
When the notes of «No photo reposare», entrusted to the masterful Choir of Ozieri, caress the entrance nave of the Basilica, the songs of rebellion become prayer. They have come here from the other end of the Island, almost without warning.
They set out from Goceano to Gallura, from Campidano to Sarcidano, from the slopes of Mount Arcosu to those of Mount Linas. Not to protest, not to flood the nefarious choices of the Palaces of Rome or Cagliari with stadium chants. Simply to pray. To invoke protection, that which the earthly powers are denying to the land of Sardinia.
There is the People of Saccargia, there is that of Pratobello, there are the committees and the flags of the Sardinian People, there are the singers of the most ancient tradition. Above all, there is silence. That of reflection and anger, that of courage and rebellion. Silence had to be, silence it was.
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