​Today I was looking at the small red tree in the garden and I thought about how much Beauty is around us, able to show us a way ...

​Verse 1
Hands mix.
Breaths merge into one.
The little red tree stands proud,
against a world that has lost its logic.
I've never owned anything.
Then came you, my universe,
that I have decided to defend with every fiber of my body.
They don't want us.


CHORUS
Little red tree,
so proud.
Draw a path,
Take us elsewhere.


Verse 2
We are anomalies.
We have not conformed to anything, you and me.
The world does not belong to us.
We cannot live in this chaos.
We are just looking for the light.
Good.
We will observe the last twilight,
waiting for a new age of light.


CHORUS
Little red tree,
so proud.
Draw a path,
Take us elsewhere.


Verse 3
This world is a ruthless cannibal.
He wants to devour his most beautiful children,
to acclaim a system of psychosis.
We cannot accept it.
We will flee, leaving everything in its place.
They never made our joy possible.
They never considered it.
We fight to defend our secret garden.


CHORUS
Little red tree,
so proud.
Draw a path,
Take us elsewhere.


Verse 4
I never intended to harm.
You never hurt.
You're a star.
We are warriors.
We can't trust them.
They are creatures dedicated to destruction.
They will cultivate nothing.
We, on the other hand, will love Beauty.


CHORUS
Little red tree,
so proud.
Draw a path,
Take us elsewhere.

It took 13 years to try and describe my woman's psyche. This is my tribute to her beauty.

​Yesterday afternoon, I created a repeated note for violins and started writing. I wondered if there might be room for symphonic fragments in my soundtrack and tried to follow the intuition. An orchestral adagio was born. I share it.

​I returned from Umbria last night, after spending a weekend there with my girlfriend. We walked up the hills. We were hugged. Speaking, my woman and I have come to the conclusion that loyalty is an indispensable gift, a condition without which it is not possible to have healthy human relationships. We also reflected on the value of time, which, in different eras, puts everything back in its place. I composed music this morning. By associating the term loyalty with that of the noun time, I decided to write about "Loyal time", a faithful friend for those who allow themselves the opportunity to know how to wait. Thus a new composition was born, which struck me with a short succession of string chords, which I later developed. The result was “Fair time 2”, which you can listen to by entering the blog here. I consider it a main theme, ready to be developed in different moments of the soundtrack. It is a succession of sounds that transmit peace to me, that peace I felt in Umbria, my beloved land.

​Today is a nice day. I will go on a trip, with my partner. We have lived through hard days and now we have the possibility of a rebirth. I'm excited. The work on the script is progressing and I am proud of it. I don't have ideas every day, but when I work, I work hard. I have the opportunity to do well.

​Today I worked on a concept on the attribution of the meaning of things. I woke up with a reflection that led me to a word, I followed the flow of my thoughts, I focused on the meaning of what I was experiencing and I went to work. I stood in front of the keyboard and tried some sounds, found the chords I wanted, wrote the score. Below, in the early afternoon, I wrote the scene of the film, with a consequential order that I feel mine. Today, therefore, was a beautiful day, in which I feared not being able to write anything, but which, in reality, prompted me to review, within myself, a reality that in recent years seems clear to me, for me and for who I love. The film is taking shape and I am with it.

This work is deposited.


This film, "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible", tells the love story of Sinead and Sean, a woman and a man, survivors of their respective storms, who meet and decide to love each other with all their hearts, because love is a decision that is made every day with the totality of one's being: body and soul, heart and brain. One afternoon, Sinead is surfing the internet, she finds a musical site, from which she listens to a song, which affects her deeply, so much so that, during the performance, she hints at her body movements, almost in a dance. After the music is over, the girl is struck by the desire to communicate her emotion to the author of that composition, and, although she is hesitant about what to do, in the end, she decides to write him a comment. When the comment reaches the other side, Sean, the composer, reads it immediately, alerted by his AI device, which produces a notification sound. The man decides to answer and does so, then walks away, convinced that the conversation would end there, since talking about art on the net had become very rare indeed. But the girl amazes him, sends him another message and so the two exchange a few words. Then there is a moment of silence, Sinead warns him, believes he is inappropriate and greets the composer, who, at that point, wonders what to write to make her stay, not to make her go away and lose her in the maze of the network. Sean writes: "Stay with me, now", starts the theme of Sinead, a music entrusted to sax and strings and the two begin to write about many topics, from serious to funny and bizarre and that's where their love is born. There, in front of a computer. There, in a place of words. There, with the blessing of music. After a few months of virtual dating, the girl, one day, asks Sean if she deems it appropriate to finally meet live, after so many written words. Sean is thrilled. The two meet in a Seattle park, the city where they both live. Immediately there is a correspondence of intent between them and a lightness that gives way to serious reflections on the world. Sean realizes Sinead's diversity. Sinead senses that the man has no intention of hurting her, like some other men before him, in her life as a woman. On that beautiful morning in the park, the two kiss for the first time. Their souls recognized each other, as if everything had already been written. They found each other. They can try to love each other, in a timeless dimension, beyond difficulties, hand in hand. Thus the love story of Sean and Sinead was born. Sean is an Irish immigrant. He lived in childhood and adolescence in Belfast, during the years of the British occupation of the island. He saw the evil of a system of power that sacrifices the good of a people and his legitimate aspiration to live in his own land to geopolitical interests that condemn people to lead broken lives. Man does not like to talk about his past, which re-emerges, sometimes, in the form of a nightmare that tears apart his sleep. However, with Sinead, Sean slowly opens up, narrating the searches, the bombs, and his father, Connor, a proud independence fisherman, who never wanted the British on Irish soil. Sean is very attached to the image of his father: a strong, intelligent man with a great passion for art. The composer remembers the good times on his father's fishing boat singing seafaring songs. The infinite delicacy with which his father caressed him is still in the composer's heart. Connor dies and Sean escapes Northern Ireland, finding refuge in Seattle and leaving his mother in Ireland. Sean is a man who has known evil. That is his storm: the infernal machine of destruction of the psyche of individuals from which man escapes. To help him grow, there is an Irish man, his composition professor at the conservatory, whom Sean simply calls Maistir, Maestro. The Maistir is an elderly gentleman who, seeing Sean's skill as a young musician, elected him his son and treats him with esteem and affection. Maistir is a cultured, welcoming man, always available and he had only one love in his life: the woman who was his muse and who had died prematurely due to a serious illness. The relationship between Sean and Maistir, especially after Connor's death, has become very intense. Although physically distant, the two write many emails and talk about everything: psychoanalysis, politics, geopolitics, possible ways of life. Seana loves the Maistir, she considers him her mentor and her spiritual father. There is her relationship with her mother, which is central. Sean asks his mother to join him in Seattle, to live close by. The mother soon joins her son. Sinead lives close to his mother, in a difficult love relationship. Sean's mother is bipolar and will go into a crisis of mania due to which Sean will have to make important decisions for the future of the mother. Sinead, confronting her mother of her, will get more and more consistent moments of freedom, until being able to make a long journey with Sean. The thesis of the film is that if one is able to be happy, then everyone can. Sean and Sinead discover love, in all its facets, and the passion between the two is all-encompassing. The girl swears that she would never leave her man alone and that she would go through with it. The man, who comes from toxic relationships, discovers in Sinead all the love that she can contain in the heart of an artist and establishes that Sinead must be her muse, for her life. The two live a wonderful idyll. They learn to know each other, to respect each other's spaces and to always be present. In the plot, there is a science fiction area: a small planet, called Saorsa (from the Scottish Saorsa, meaning freedom) guards the beauty of mankind, with all its talents and is attacked by an evil force that intends to enslave it, putting to point a poison that can kill. There is the story of a child from Saorsa who inhales the poison and faces the disease, which, after the appropriate treatment of the shaman, regresses, only to make the child feel good again. There is also an animation plan. Bimbilix and Mou Mou, two children, know each other, become kids and learn to love each other, just like Sean and Sinead. However, the central aspect of the film is the love between Sean and Sinead and the conquest of a freedom that allows the protagonists to start living well, to turn into happy people, because the thesis of the film is that happiness exists and can to be reached, precisely in the present, precisely with one's own fragility, precisely with the fear of falling. In this screenplay, there is no room for dystonia, for dystopia, for the concept of incommunicability between people, there is only an act of victory, that of the full realization of the individual, who wants to live in dignity. Sean and Sinead leave for Ireland, destination Donegal, since the girl is fascinated by the land where her partner was born. In the far north of the Republic of Ireland they will live their definitive consecration, on a journey in search of happiness. The two, therefore, fly to Ireland. They rent a car and travel the ocean road that leads to the impervious Donegal, a land on the great expanse of water, between pastures and whipping wind. They arrive at Fanad Head, where there is a famous white lighthouse that stands out against a changing sky. They sleep in the lighthouse. The rain keeps them company and they see the light of the lighthouse rising towards the ocean, to show sailors to the mainland. They make love with sweetness and passion. They visit beaches. They walk on the water's edge and communicate their deepest being to the other. Sean, who has recently concluded the labor file of his novel focused on happiness, informs Sinead of the event. The girl is delighted and she replies that she will be her most attentive reader. They go to the highest cliffs in Europe, from where you can admire the Scottish coast. The two then realize that happiness is not a utopia, but a possible path, in which each stage can be joy. The film's message is deeply optimistic. There is life, there is hope, there is joy, after so many struggles. The thesis is revolutionary: while it is claimed by many that Humanity is a loser, a positive message stands out in the plot of the film, because Mankind is truly called to the New Era of Light ... Sean and Sinead have found each other. Beloved. Supported. This is their strength. This is the strength of the film, which directs the viewer towards a New Era of Light, which is the only noble destiny that people can wish for their children, with a view to preserving Planet Earth and non-destructive relationships. . It is a film about Humanity that has yet to be implemented, with the commitment of all, raising a great choral song.​

It took almost 1000 pages to overturn a belief that has crept into consciousness over the last few years, destroying perspectives. The nearly 1000 pages are those of "Musa - Thoughts of an artist". The innovative thesis for this remnant of the Millennium is that we can be happy. Happy to be in the world, living in the joy of feeling part of the great human tribe. I thought a lot. I thought. I analyzed and in the end, I came to the conclusion that "Muse - Thoughts of an artist" was a necessary novel for this era. From it, a script was born, which for now is only a 60-page draft, in which I strongly believe. So there are no dystopias, incommunicability, resignation to loneliness. Here you will find the hymn to the possibility of being happy. It is not a childish wish, but the belief that if one has come to be well, then everyone can do it. The film is called "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible". It is not true that we are condemned to unhappiness. We are called to joy. It is not true that we cannot feel good. You can feel good recognizing what the real needs of body and mind are, defeating a series of clichés that instead infect us, letting us feed on poison. I write this screenplay animated by the certainty that man is wonderful. Humanity deserves its best song. May things go well for everyone. Sean and Sinead's is a great love story. Both survivors, they met in a place of words and sounds, on the internet, and, from that moment were inseparable. A man and a woman who take care of their partner's well-being, loving each other. With passion. With tact. With intelligence. In this world there is no room for destructive impulses, c 'it's just a great desire to be together and live a sparkling couple relationship. Nowhere is it written that our life should be pain. On the contrary, I think that, if you make the right choices for us, for who we really are, we can really do great things and live well. "Muse - Thoughts of an artist" carries this message of universal happiness, for all humanity. The film that is being born from his words as well. Let's not be afraid. Joy is one meter after the choice to love each other. It is not only a destination within everyone's reach, but a companion along the path. We become happy every day by doing the right things for us. You can also be happy by washing the dishes while humming music that you listen to on TV. Happiness is a path, within which you learn the art of being happy, day after day, loving yourself and getting away from it all that hurts us.