Rostoll Cremat

The rondalla den Joanet de sa Gerra is the story of ambition and greed, capital sins inherent in the soul and the human condition, which push it, on the one hand, to continuous improvement, to liberating non-conformism, but at the same time to selfish obsession, to pernicious hedonism and self-destruction.

For this reason, this fable serves us as a starting point for the construction of a metaphor about Western society, the leisure industry and tourism. Mallorca as a desert, like a large sandbar, a hermás where nothing takes root, and which coexists with natural and human destruction, if not in perfect harmony, with perfect indifference.

From the hen that lays the golden eggs to the chickens on a farm as a metaphor for the sun and the beach that occupy everything in this depersonalized space, the epicenter of the seismograph of greed. Sell your houses and go to rent.

George Sand praised this wintry and wet land, praised the winter where everyone came to look for summer. Light on all day, endless sun for laying hens. When did we lose winter? will it rain tomorrow let it rain

Toni Gomila