The dream-miracle of Claudio Gubitosi was born 40 years ago from nothing, as masterfully narrated by Michele Ingenito, professor of English language and literature, in 'front page editorial the newspaper "Song of the South" of July 21, 2010 and the opening of the online newspaper "Inside Salerno." "" "At 18, he had so many seem to our genius," invented an idea: create a film festival for children, young people-the judges. "Invent" an idea is doubly difficult. Not two to three times harder. They invent, usually concrete things, not dreams. The invention of dreams is, in itself, something unattainable, only aspirations youth lived in the drama of an intimate, aware impracticability. Vanished drama, wither the penalty for an 'invention' lost. It is also true, however, that dreams do not always come to die, although the neat harmonies of their being and their feeling fly sometimes, often, almost always, perhaps always, across the border of the homeland. They flew away, as well as overpowering desire, winning the ford hostile far, however, the new places where you want to cheat against, clinging to the land of never betrayed a source in the eternal bitterness of abandonment. To succeed, finally, to "invent the idea," the "dream" in their own land Financo lost, unknown to the world and the world of the deep South, it means something else. It means genius shiny, cold, rational, "evil genius; for a "perfidy" that nothing, however, shares with its synonym deteriorate. "Perfidious" genius translates into a stubborn, persistent and stubborn Southern luck that deep desire to believe and to create at all costs in their places, forgotten places forty years past and reinvented himself yesterday as a gift to the world, where the taste of it had everything to create a more lively happily mediocre, uneducated and unwilling to irony, from which only the ghiazzerino guaranteed a reassuring defense ghiazzerino the will and determination at all costs, against all skeptical, stubborn illusion.
The Prophet of everyone and no one but himself, the idea irrigated, keeping away from the shock of casting suspicion tasteless, that reluctant willingness to look away, convincing and winning, with timely suffering, against the resurgence of the barriers, so many little fears that neutralize the nothingness, the nothingness of the illusion that this was not. Needed a bit 'of treachery, then, that bit of winning decisively that it was a small detachment from the ancient world unable to look away, and a clear horizon approached backwards, giving hope to the body, nourish the illusion, the reality heat . Puncture the cold winter wind, but froze the dream, not breaking the idea, do not feed the void of a neighborhood too old to understand and support. And when the heavens were opened to the magnificent dream of a 'summer' is now complete, suddenly, as always or almost always, the little understood world and its surroundings: the small, ancient world, the village, the placid and distrustful of people fields devoted to the land that gave true peace. The ferment in the mind of the "evil" genius won, meanwhile, nevertheless, within their walls, while the time horizons and its tore away the veils of the past. And it was love. It was not easy for this patron of art created out of nothing turn it into wealth. Idea of \u200b\u200bwealth, harmony of thought, flying to know: for him, for all, for his land, to foreign lands. Così come per il cinema, per questa nobile arte che riproduce la vita dell’essere, le sue passioni, l’amore. Ed ora, quaranta anni dopo, anche per Gubitosi (e per i suoi ragazzi), il futuro gli appartiene. Per avere creduto, come E. Roosvelt, nel “futuro che appartiene a coloro che credono nella bellezza dei loro sogni.” Buon “compleanno”, dunque, “perfido” e solare genio del nostro Sud!"""
