Mario Benassi A voice for earth, a vessel for spirit, a catalyst for change
We sat under an old oak tree, our voices rising and falling in harmony, the morning sun casting shadows on our skin. We were singing, like songbirds do, waiting for nothing, but sort of waiting for Annie, as Annies are usually off smiling in their own morning sunshine.
Singing from the heart was nothing new for Mario or me, but this was our first time sharing a song together, just us.
Cross-legged & rooted where we sat, we sang for the moment. No audience except the winged creatures, and a lovely sister who came to gift Mario a little plant that was meant for her grandmother.
This is how much people loved Mario, they gave him their grandmother's plants.
The next day after our serendipitous meeting, Mario went down to the river to play and pray and he left his body to dance in the eternal waters. He was 22 and he was beautiful.
His foot got caught in the rocks as he slid like a playful child down...