Deceits, fiction or fragments of truth, crumbs of wisdom?
Our story (I say of we tarot) begin in humanistic courts of Northern Italy a lot of time ago. We’ve had famous fathers, Mantegna, Pisanello, Bembo and we’ve served gentlemen like Visconti, Estensi and Gonzaga. We were special guests of festivities and tournament and we were courted by Kings, Princes, Knights and; Ladies; we lived into fabulous castles and wonderful palaces, honored and feared for our arcane knowledge.We know the secrets of stars and men’s destinies, we dominated the change and the fortune. But Gods, we know, incurably jealous, decided to annihilate our power, they confounded men’s mind and the reason darkened our fame.Today, in an arid and barren world, without colors and hopes, shattered in crazy and without identity splinters, we give again an illusion.
Like a wayfarer that see far from him miraculous oasis .... and he believes to save himself.
Deceits, fiction or fragments of truth, crumbs of wisdom?