Manifesto Utopia – poem
(Oratorical version v0.1 – for live reading and sound performance)
We were not born to accumulate,
but to bloom.
Not to possess,
but to partake in the common breath of existence.
Not to dominate,
but to guard what breathes with us.
Every age must find again its own language.
Ours has forgotten it.
It is time to speak —
not words that sell,
but words that free.
This Manifesto does not belong —
it germinates.
It spreads like breath,
it shifts, it lives.
It offers no certainties,
but pathways.
No promises of salvation,
but possibilities.
It is an act of gentle insurrection,
against the torpor of indifference.
An invitation to rise again,
to choose — once more — to be:
that fragile, immense verb
that makes us human.
For those who work, and it’s never enough.
For those who lose, and begin again.
For those who dream, resist, create.
For those who bend, yet do not break.
For those who rebuild, heal, teach, repair.
To them — and to those yet to come —
this seed is dedicated.
To generate abundance that does not impoverish.
To co-create worlds no one could build alone.
To heal the wounded Earth,
until it breathes again.
To transcend the self,
and recognize ourselves as part of a sentient universe.
Thus speaks the Manifesto Utopia:
child of disillusion,
yet still in love with the possible.
It asks not for faith,
but for presence.
It seeks no followers,
but fellow travelers.
It is the voice of those
who refuse cynicism as destiny,
who turn hope into a plan,
who choose, each day, to act —
despite everything.
The future is not awaited:
it is built,
together,
every day.
And when the Earth has learned to breathe again,
we shall look beyond.
Toward the worlds still silent,
toward the stars that await a name,
toward the silence that unites all living things.
Not to conquer,
but to understand.
Not to colonize,
but to belong.
For we are stardust —
learning to remember
that we are light.
Fabio Armani & Ada for OpenLogos © 10.2025