Time will come

​!Buen viento, Marineros!

​How are you? Yesterday I composed a piece of music, with a particular title: "City lights - Time will come - We are the Cassandras", "City lights - Time will come - We are the Cassandras". In recent days, however, I had written "Pure white skin of my Woman", "The white skin of my Woman" and, to comment on this latest music, I wrote a poem in hendecasyllables, "Candida". I have worked with passion and satisfaction on this poem, although I rarely write poetry. "Candida" was born from a very particular image that those who love cannot fail to have of their own Woman. Love is revolutionary, always. It is against all forms of violence and war. I saw the chaste skin of my Woman and I understood that I would not have wanted a different Paradise than that. I am a very lucky man. After Hell, I found my dimension of calm and beauty, which today I hold close to me aware of the fact that it represents the most important thing in the Universe. In the last period, I am not always constant in writing: I also allow myself great breaks, in which however I think a lot. I was on the bus the other night and I looked at the city lights. The title "City lights" immediately came to mind. I read a newspaper article in which the author concluded her thought with "Time will come" and I immediately had a new intuition: "Time will come". I spoke yesterday in the car with my companion and I told her that we are the new Cassandras, who see the disaster in the future, but are never believed. We are fragile creatures, we need warmth and affection, passion and involvement, lightness and play. This is the revolution of the Psyche which, for too long, has been trampled and mocked, tortured and starved. This is the Revolution of the frail, who have become strong in order not to die. This is the Revolution of those who cannot be satisfied with the well-being recipes of a system that praises money, to kill man. I am with the man. I am with all children who wish to live as adults in a world that loves them. I am with the beauty of a woman who looks at you and caresses you. There are powerful forces that aim to kill childhood. They are ancient tensions, which come from darkness and envy realized and peaceful people. What is underway is a real war. On the one hand they, with their atomic bombs, on the other we, with our smiles. We are in the twenty-first round, it is not yet known who will win. I am with a grandmother who goes to pick up her grandson from school, prepares his lunch and helps him with his homework. I am with those who get up every morning with the desire to do their job well. I am with those who suffer, thinking of not making it. Too many men have fallen for this nefarious project of a Humanity reduced to slavery. Too many intelligences have committed suicide. Too many children have resulted in psychosis. It's time to say enough. The lords of evil must no longer harm anyone. Each person has his inalienable right to the joy of the human tribe and his own happiness as an individual. Everything is healed with Love, which is the antidote to Psychosis. All heals Love, which disinfects, stitches, and heals, creating a splendid image where there was only the deformed grimace of a wound. Love can do everything, even save you from the dark. I believe this and, with all the determination I have in my body, I affirm that this is my Revolution, the Revolution of the few against the many, of the frail against the violent, of children against their captors. Maybe it won't end very soon, maybe this fight will go on for a long time, but I want to be on the side of those who love. Of whom he understands. Of those who do not allow themselves to be poisoned by hatred ... Time will come...

​!Buen viento, Marineros!