The cry of pain of the Miserere passes through your ribs and nails, your hands and your feet, leaving you there, motionless, petrified against so much distressing beauty of the Mother of Pains.

On Holy Friday Sorrento changes its appearance: you will not hear the squawking voices of the tourists on the road, but the notes of the band and of the choirs, the street will not be invaded by cars, but by long theories of the “hooded”, the radiant sign and the neon will leave their places to the torches and street lights.

The feeling of collective pity is tangible. The processions belong to the Sorrentinians like a son to his mother. They are the most true and exterior sign of the popular faith of a whole population.

Do not think the processions as like a simple folkloristic ritual; go beyond it. Do not stop your glance at the exteriority of the procession but go to the deepness of it.

Look under the hood at the lighting pupils of the participants. They are tears. Tears of emotions.

On the Holy Friday we pray in silence under the hood and we cry. We cry for our beloved deceased, for our faults.

The Holy Friday it is not only the day of pain of the church, it is the universal day of pain.

This site wants to reproduce and re-propose, as much as possible, those sensations, those emotions that accompany from centuries the Processions of the Holy Friday in Sorrento.