We are used to think that the invention of the print marked the end of the word of a mouth era. And it would be indeed silly to question the worth of what literally feeds us, however, our revolutionary discoveries have mothered the appearance of the waste-paper , and I doubt that the modern scrap heaps could produce any folklore. In other words, the funeral of the morals terrifies. However, that explains the mystery of the attraction of the medieval palaces, stresses the instinctive longing for the ancestry’s fireplace that still revives the heart, dresses warmly with lovely lullabies and supports our current walk much more than a modern electrification.
Contradictory news confus, increas the mess and the situation would be hopeless if not the Church towers that spring above our towns like the untiring beacons that still shine to us and teach us to lift up our eyes to the Heaven.