Valeria Cimò

Terramadonna has a creed, but does not fight for the truth; it has a practical one, like that which a peasant would practice: a creed that the fundamental reason for which we obstinately refuse to respect the body of the earth is that we do not respect the body of the woman, and by extension, neither that of the man. A cult, purified from the illusions of religions that project a deity apart from us and from the sideboards of a tradition—ideological, rational, suffocatingly analytical. In a word, the cult of the Earth. The cult of Mother Earth revisited, graced and beyond feminism, beyond the archaic that nourishes us so much, in the anarchy that I feed on daily, beyond the apocalypse, the catastrophism, intoxicated by the knowledge that life and death, joined in the form, go alone beyond the historical definition and history itself: that is the discovery of immortality.

Terramadonna is the third monograph of her songwriting journey. Terramadonna has a creed that claims a peasant practice endowed with common sense: respect for the earth. The author "believes" that the impulse to scar the body of the earth has the same nature as the compulsion directed at the body of the woman. For this reason, she places passion for emotions as a torch lit inside our caves, instead of a religious cult. Terramadonna is an act of respect towards the great wound of physical and intellectual abuses, of women and men, now engaged in a medicine of reconstruction, preferably non-plastic. A new Eve for this Era, an earthly cult revisited, graced and beyond feminism, beyond the archaic that nourishes us so much, in anarchy as daily food, beyond the apocalypse, beyond catastrophism.