Stabat Mater Furiosa is a refusal; the refusal of a women ravaged by war to understand her foe: man of war. Her voice is a cry for life; the cry of all women who understand that life also means death and that there is no explanation for that. But war is an unacceptable, unbelievable and infernal machine. Putting a stop to such horror, that seems so inbred in man, means going back to the beginning, back to our own childhood and back to that of our future children: In order to one day end the storms and violence of self destruction, each new child must understand that he is born with blood on his hands. And thus hope may glimmer: from the breath of life, from the sound of words and from the innocence of happy days.