Infinite Moons, Infinite Suns

By Gabriella Bianco and Robert Steve Bingham

In this precious poetic autobiography, Gabriella Bianco not only tells the final hour of an existencethat of her son Robert Steve but also the loss of a great love, in a world full of absences. Gabriella Bianco challenges her destiny, inviting us to the caducity of all that surrounds usfeelings, love, life and even the most precious gift, a son.
In the loving relation not only with language and poetry, but also with the drama of life, Bianco needs to reveal a secrether sons deathand share it with her sons father, as a moral and absolute duty. From the point of view of the truth and the death of a child, this text is sacred, although, refusing to take the place of the victim under the circumstances, Bianco knowslike all tragic heroes that nothing different would have been possible with her destiny.
This valuable literary narration reaches a deeply dramatic effect, as it is so painfully connected to a vital experience. The story always speaks about love, charging this word with immense emotion, whispering words in their agonizing beauty. Bianco tells us what she knows about herself and about the facts, digging in her own soul, with perplexity and nostalgia.
In this story, the past is a split mirror, where nothing turned out to be the same. Here the theme of love has the marks of time and renunciation, the mark of destiny. In this narration, Bianco reaches a balance of great beauty, between said and unspoken words, between suggested and explicit thoughts, in a great richness of nuances, when the text turns unstable, facing the emotions stirred up by this testimony.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469127378

Gabriella Bianco

Gabriella Bianco graduated from the University of Trieste in 1972 specializing in Languages and Comparative Literatures and in 1974 in Philosophy, Education and Psychology from the University of Urbino (Italy), with a thesis on creativity. She completed her post-graduate work in Philosophy, History and Education at the University of Toronto, with a thesis on Antonio Gramsci and after being awarded a Fulbright Scholarship, she did her doctorate in the United States in Political Philosophy. She also holds a doctoral degree in Italian Studies from the University of Urbino (1983). In her University career, she has taught at several Universities, such as Urbino (Italy), Windsor (Canada), New Paltz (USA), Tasmania (Australia) and Nairobi (Kenya). Since 1980 she has worked in the cultural sector of the Italian Ministry of Foreign Affairs as cultural attachee in different countries (Australia, Argentina, Canada). She has been Director of Development and International Relations at the University E.Morin (Argentina-Mexico) and is now lecturing in Ethics, Political Philosophy and Human Rights at the MA in Human Rights at the Univ. of MdP (Argentina). Her wide ranging books and essays on literature, culture, politics and education include: Educazione e politica (Milan, 1975), Utopia e realta': alla ricerca della verginita' perduta (Rome, 1984), El extranamiento del ser (Buenos Aires, 1990), Cesare Pavese y Franz Kafka: sendas de exilio (Buenos Aires, 1991), La hermeneutica del devenir (Buenos Aires, 1993), El campo de la etica (Buenos Aires, 1997), Epistemologia del dialogo. Pensamiento del exodo (Buenos Aires, 2002), Wolfgang & Magdalena (Roma, 2002), La amante de Mozart, Buenos Aires, 2006) and The Impatience of the Absolute, presented at the International Book Fair in April 2007 (Buenos Aires, 2007), which includes the screenplay SAVE VENICE. »her most recent books are: Implacable Absences (2009) and Infinite Moons, Infinite Suns (2010). She is also teaching Screenwriting at the Film School in MdP (Argentina), after attending the VfS in Vancouver (2000). She has written stage plays and works for musical theatre and operas, staged in several parts of the world, which have been published under the title El camino de la palabra (Buenos Aires, 1995). She has also written for cinema two screenplays, which have been awarded several prizes in Hollywood , such as Mozart & Magdalena (Hollywood, 2004) and Save Venice ( Hollywwod,2004, International Mexico Film Festival 2009) She is Academic of Italy and Honorary Member of the European Union of Writers and Artists. She has been an international development consultant in education, electoral and and human rights expert since 1998 and carries out an intense international career both in the social and in the philosophical and artistic fields. She has been appointed International Peace Ambassador in 2009 and she had done two missions, in Guatemala (2009) and Chile (2010).

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©2012 Gabriella Bianco

Infinite Moons, Infinite Suns.

©2012 International Cultural Association

Gabriella Bianco and Robert Steve Bingham.

©2010 Gabriella Bianco

Infinitas lunas, infinitos soles. Infinite Moons, Infinite Suns. (Argentina)

Cover Picture: Gabriella Bianco and Stephen M. Bingham—Venice (Italy), 1972

Inside Picture: Gabriella Bianco and Stephen M. Bingham—Venice (Italy), 1972

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Contents

Chapter One The Invisible Truth

Chapter Two I Want to Die

Chapter Three Fate

Chapter Four Escape

Chapter Five Blood

Chapter Six Farewell

Appendix Implacable Absences

Machu Picchu. Archaeology of Absence.

Poetical Appendix Let Silence Speak

Heroes Do Not Die. Redemption

Short Biography—Gabriella Bianco

Dedication

To you, Stephen M. Bingham,

to you, Robert Steve Bingham, our son,

the loves of my heart, my choice and my destiny.

We must have known grief, to know what love is.

A toi, Robert Steve Bingham,

fils réel et fruit de mon amour eternel,

de „Ein Mädchen aus dem Fremden", ta maman.

To my dad from Robert Steve:

Light, Very Light…

All lamps were turned off.

I departed at the time when

the day was not yet day

and the night was no longer night.

I departed below a dark sky of stars and weak moons.

My death was unexpected and painful,

covered with blood at the time when

life shows its face of pearls,

at the flames of a thousand stars,

shining feebly at the lights of dawn.

To finish with me, Dad, death did not need

to count on our complicity.

Since then, Mom spends her nights

picking red roses that she puts on me unstopping,

with loving and patient hands.

Loyalty, friendship, love, heroism stopped being just words.

Now, each sea wave brings you my messages, Dad,

as huge as love, and above me, the firmament sparkles.

I have turned into an angel, Dad, to protect you and Mom,

and I laugh, as free as a god is.

November 26, 1973

Light, Very Light, Almost Silence…

Robert Steve writes to his father, Stephen M. Bingham:

And this light? It is my shadow, Mother…

And that light? It is your shadow, Mother…

And that light? It is the light of my Father…

My beloved dad,

The angel who took me in his arms—poor clotted matter exhausted by sorrow—with infinite pity, grants you, father, the eternity of memory. Even if I do not have any name or face, in these years my mother has given me all names and all faces. While I was awaiting her to find the strength to share with you—not to die of love—the unbearable grief of the loss and this sparkle of eternity—out of her sense of responsibility—, she finally found the impulse to tell you the truth. In the mourning of the loss, in our extreme weakness, the angel shows you the way to pity and the identification with your paternity and mother’s maternity. As painful as this may be, I trust that you will feel in your life—and in your death—the impalpable, eternal, and gentle blow of my presence.

Robert Steve

Gabriella Bianco writes to her son:

My beloved son,

The kiss I could not give you has turned into a star inside me. With a knife stuck in my soul, you live in me like music in the throat of a singing bird.

As you could not be, my soul puts a sparkle of love in everything, more than anything toward your father, in his painful absence…

For you I want the infinite or nothing: immortality. In my suffering—in your being a fugitive, like him—, you are stronger than distance and separation. Like light morning dew, your presence breathes in me like the sweetest of memories, in the sorrow of absence.

I never mention you, neither you nor your father… but at dawn, the winds of desire and nostalgia come through the open window. We belong to each other in light and shadow, in words and silences… without you, my son, the world exceeds me!

Your mom

Chapter One

The Invisible Truth

In daring expose his/her own past,

contemplating that bleeding and painful matter,

the poet tries to condense in one word

the intensity of the irrecoverable and the lost,

and projects it into eternity.

There is no doubt: only love does wonders and involves us in the infinite moons of our imagination and of our desire. Grief—like misery and the poverty of the spirit—digs agonizing hollows in the soul, which words only help to articulate. They help to understand the complex extent of reality and lead us to the truth through the infinite paths of memory.

Undoubtedly, though, memory is one of the most fragile things in the world, even if in the end the truth emerges intact and defines our life, where fate and the reality of events interlace and interweave. The truth is invisible, until the moment comes when it manifests itself entirely, in the powerful and painful impossibility of oblivion.

At last, one understands that there is no way out and one stops waiting for the day when one will end suffering. This is indeed the function of this tragic and tender writing: finding again the vibrations of the distance/nearness of the lost love. In the final analysis, together with the truth and with God, the soul looks—in its loving anxiety—for a vision, which embraces all that was and—in the cycle of freedom and of the sublime—life may be given back to