There is a small red tree in the garden. It is a sumac. It has leaves that recall autumn, in their chromatic shades, from yellow to red, passing through orange. The other day I was observing it and I thought about how many hands, at this moment, are joining together, like branches of the same tree. It is from this observation that the poem "Little red tree", "Little red tree" was born and almost immediately the intention to make a song manifested itself, which I immediately thought of in English. The small red tree can teach us the art of resistance, which we need so much at this time. It can teach us the art of Beauty. It can give us a new point of view. I've been writing about the system and its sadistic idiocy for years, its boundless barbarism and its blind psychosis, but I never imagined that we would get to this point in such a short time. A war is taking place between Intelligence and destruction, between the desire to be well without harming anyone and the desire for submission. Between those who need slaves and those who need nothing else but their own personal freedom. “Little red tree”, “Little red tree” are two revolutionary compositions. I have always thought about the Revolution, I have written a lot about it, over the years, but now the time has come to fight with Intelligence and peace, determination and a spirit of constructiveness, as opposed to their desire to devastate, kill the legitimate aspirations of individuals, brand them as subjects. all peoples obedient. We don't want this. We don't need their tricks. We reject anything that goes against our authentic capacity for self-determination. We want to discover our identity and fly high. We want to be free men. We want to fully enjoy the gifts of life. They built an asphyxiating cage around man, this is not how it should go, we cannot accept this. They took everything away, leaving people hopeless. Now is our time. Now we have to raise a new song. Now we have to defend ourselves. Peacefully, we must march. Beautiful in our nakedness, proud to be men and women, free on the streets of the world. They never loved us. They never took care of us. We were only producers of a wealth that was then shared only by them, leaving us, as alms, a salary with which to try to get by. One at a time, they all betrayed us: the government, associations, journalists, television stations, the trade union. Now we are left alone in our will to be, to love, to rejoice. Now is the time. Maybe there won't be another one. Maybe tomorrow will be too late. I thought for a long time, I pondered my words and the word that has resonated the most in all these days is "Sucker". I feel disgust for what the powerful have done, because theirs is a world made up of growing garbage, which accumulates everywhere, with coprophagous men who kill Beauty, suffocating it with the stench of choices against Humanity. My gentlemen, this is a war, the simplest and oldest in the world: on the one hand there are people, who aspire to the light, on the other, the monsters who want to kill the poetry of the happy Mankind that creates infinite works of art. . We are in the trenches. A war, when it is just, must also be fought alone, but we are not alone, we have brothers, scattered here and there. Courage, well! We are called to defend the Earth from destruction. The planet and its human and other species' life. They have built around the person, who, by his nature, aspires to be free and proud, an infinite series of cages. Thought cages. Economic cages. Social cages. It's time to end it. Either they win and Humanity will be a slave for the next few centuries or we win and this Planet will be shining. Let's unite! ¡Buen viento, Marineros!
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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. |
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