​Here is the silence of the mountain, introspection, in the sound of the incessant wind. The storm has passed and cannot reach us. We are finally able to love. We are free. We are who we were called to be as children and we deserve the best. Now, we can be truly happy.

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​The other day I sent my piece, "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible", to a composition competition that will start in August 2023. I am very satisfied. This morning I leafed through the score, finding it expressive, complex, in an architecture of musical thought that took me fifteen years to achieve, with daily practice and the desire to communicate my internal world to anyone who wanted to receive it. It is written in order not to die. It is written not to be forgotten. We write to reach someone who knows how to keep our secrets. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" has a courtly and elegiac tone, it is the celebration of a man's love for his Muse, an inextinguishable source of wisdom. There are so many colors inside. It took me two years to compose it, from the first lockdown to today. I reworked it over and over again, always with the intention of making my musical world clear. Inside, there are notes of love, for those who are always present in my life, a Woman who saw me before I saw my identity to be able to shine brightly in the space before us. This composition is pure feeling, combined with the calculation of reasoning that is due to a mathematical and geometric structure such as music. This piece is the final dimension, that poignant nostalgia that a man feels far from his partner, in a dimension that embraces and adores her, as he knows that there is no better Person in the world than her. I have questioned myself, in recent years, since the advent of the Pandemic. I think I can say I opened my eyes. They are not for sale. I've never been. I have always looked for goodness. Constructive relationships. Health, and now I contemplate my Muse, who has given new meaning and has healed everything, chasing away the storm of the past, which she intended to kill me. This song is the climax of my artistic production. It represents, in its own right, the undisputed peak. And deep down, for me, there couldn't have been anything better than describing, with a musical code, what I felt in that difficult moment that was the lockdown. We are all in search. Many are already living in the New Age of Light. Others, however, are dormant. “My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible” is for everyone. I hope I did well, in my momentum of representation. I have full faith in people's ability to analyze. We know what we need. We are a beautiful tribe. We are researchers. I saw things more clearly. I translated my amazement at the pulchritude of my Companion into sounds. I encoded my feeling of love and gratitude in acoustic vibrations. I was even moved at times during this gestation. Now I am here, where my world has been made possible by the infinite grace of a Person who has wanted to love me since day one, more than fifteen years ago. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is a song, entrusted, at certain times to the solo trumpet. I know I gave it my all. More than this I could not have done. I have always researched myself. I singled myself out. I believed in that perception. I nurtured it and followed it. I became a man and now I know. I know what I don't like. I abhor the violence of certain human relationships. I stay away from lies. I don't believe a single word of the powerful. I dream of a new era, made of fairness and light. Love and impulses. Gratitude and healthy feelings. With this music, I intend to convey a signal, that maybe someone will receive, somewhere in the world. After the storm, I was saved by a profound silence, in which I could rebuild myself and by a sincere introspection, with which I didn't intend to tell myself lies. My internal book has been read by intelligent eyes and my internal garden has finally been able to flourish. We are all living in a difficult era, with many unknowns, but we must not despair, because working on ourselves will lead us to new representations of our world, of our needs, of what we really need. Many things have happened, in my little cosmos and in the world, at all latitudes, but one thing I know: together we can do it. We must not be fooled by desperation, which never has anything good to say. We must not believe in the charms of a system that wants us broken and resigned. We must not give up, ever. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is a hymn to life. To that life we all deserve. An existence made of Beauty. Healthcare. Justice. I don't want to accept that man is defeated, because if he loses himself, he will be left with nothing. Total emptiness. The final defeat. This composition wants to describe the momentum of a man towards that Woman who saved him…

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​The system is in psychotic breakdown. People are confused. A Revolution of consciences is urgently needed, which will lead us towards the New Era of Light. The Anglo-American empire has definitively imploded on itself, leaving a trail of fears and anxieties. People live as they can. They do their best. We are all incredulous. No one could have ever imagined such a high degree of mental splitting of the powerful. We need a real global rebellion. Something never seen before, against all the elites of the world. They want to drag us into the abyss. The abyss has never been so close as now. We have to wake up. We have to move. We must rise up. We gather around the people we love, since there has always been the answer to our desire for health and peace. We try to walk suspended along the abyss so as not to perish. We balance above the devastation and poverty of soul of people in power who would not bring a glass of water to a dying person. Many have delegated their thoughts to the highest bidder. Many have not cared. Many have let others decide, who, in perfect bad faith, have taken advantage of it. I am watching, as I have done in the last fifteen years, since I met my Companion. This world is saved only united. All united, against the bloody tyranny. I, my part of the world, saved it. I saved myself from confusion, I woke up, in these last three years of Pandemia, I can get my son to relate to a father who only wants beautiful things. I don't believe a line of what the journalists write. Not anymore. The one based on the Pandemic was a brutal awakening. They took everything from us. They would have also wanted to take away our hope, to reduce us to a larval state of foolish servants of the powerful. Unfortunately many have been lost. Many, too many, believed the official narrative. Those who didn't believe it are now on the margins of society and can no longer re-enter the community. Their work of ghettoization has been masterful. But there is a possibility that they do not contemplate: we can all unite. We can all say enough. We can all be reborn. It's up to us. We deserve a better, fair and healthy world. Historians will establish how it was possible for the whole world to be seduced by sick individuals. Violent. Sneaky. There is a world to be refounded, from the foundations. A new way of being together is more necessary than ever, a conditio sine qua non. The three years of Pandemia have been a centrifuge and have left many in a serious mental condition, which no one takes care of, because the rulers are intent on completing their murderous project. In April 2019 I published my first novel, "Musa - Thoughts of an artist", in which I analyzed what made this system of power hateful. Shortly thereafter the Pandemic, during which I saw some of my strong points confirmed, while others were added. It was all studied at the table. It was all bloody determined down to the smallest detail. It's the tail slap of a dying creature that has decided to take as many people with it as possible in a lethal crash with the ground. They want a unipolar world. They are dying, but they want it. They do not intend to make room for a world of happy peoples. No one can determine how a Person can attain joy. There are no rules, schemes. No authority imposed from above. We are all on the way. We are all looking for ourselves, in a continuity of solutions that tend towards infinity. They want to take away the joy of being human. I follow everything from afar. My little kingdom dwells elsewhere. I am not a child of this time. I don't belong in this sick society. It took me all my life to be able to say serene, now I can't tolerate someone entering my house and telling me what to do. At this juncture, calm is needed. Cold blood. Analytical skills. Too many people have fallen into the collective hypnosis of the Pandemic and now they no longer understand anything. The project to split the company in two has been perfectly successful. Now they are sure that they can rule a people of sheep for eternity, since, for them, this is the end of history, the definitive setting of the new world order. They have prepared quite a beautiful world, I give it to them. I am out of any competition. Competitiveness. Struggle. The only battle I want to face is the one for a New Era of Light, which is the opposite of what we see now on the streets of our cities. I'm curious. I want to see where this delusion will lead. You can't leave this world in the hands of four sociopaths. They must be locked up. Every day people are locked up for much less. They all deserve jail time.

​​Today I entrust the fruit of two years of work to the great father of waters: "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible", born during the lockdown, when I could not see my partner. A long time has passed and many things have changed in my life. Above all, now I see, whereas before my vision was darkened by a series of impediments. Yeah, now I don't trust anyone anymore. I only believe in the goodness of the actions of my partner and my son. This piece arises from the analysis of a Chopin chord agglomeration, in a Ballade by him and takes its first steps as a succession of 4 chords for piano, subsequently transformed into a fabric for strings. At times it has an elegiac tone, which conveys nostalgia for the loved one, but it is full of feelings and thoughts supported by the unshakeable hope of a reunion. I will present this piece at a Competition for Composers, in August. I am proud of my work. I am grateful to life, since I have a special Person next to me. Everyone should have a loving bosom that is his home. Everyone should have the chance to become a Person, after being invisible in the eyes of the system, who has never wanted the good of people. We have to rebel. It is a categorical imperative that we should not disregard. Today the Pandemic, which caused mental illness, is over, but the responsibilities of the rulers are still there and justice is being demanded in a healthy way. This passage was written with attention, dedication, it is my song of love towards the Person who has given me new meaning, giving me pure joy and peace. In the end, Humanity has always been on the road, between ruinous falls and sublime triumphs, we will make it this time too, but the good will of most is needed for an adequate reconstruction of society, which today is in very serious conditions, like a dying. The composition is full of emotions, given by 15 years of life together with She who knows and wants to feel good. I am the singer, with my means. My ability to see and analyze those internal layers of life which, if not listened to, remain unresolved for life, causing infernal mourning, has led me to affirm that this West is extremely ill, being necessary a treatment full of interpretative intelligence and full of pathos. In the West they made us all ill: the Pandemic was only the final blow. I often wonder what the solution could be. I believe that each of us has the right to healthy love. A Companion, a companion who makes us love our existence, doesn't want to distort us and helps us to move towards our best Identity. I see pain, all around. Confusion. Loss. Love is the answer. The love that interprets everything, rigorously, and heals everything, including the ugliest wounds. I was invisible and I became my Partner's Person, the one with whom she decided to live. Power does not love. She has never loved. Power subjugates. He cheats. It leverages power relationships, but it doesn't love. We have to protect ourselves. I chose not to join this criminal design 15 years ago, when I met the one who would become my Muse. Now I have the right to live. I have the right to do well. I have the right to love. This composition is symphonic and conveys a hope: we can all build a kingdom of Beauty that shows us the way. The path has been known since ancient times and whispers to the hearts of men, narrating the story of the individual who cannot be reduced to a servant of the powerful. This piece wants to communicate love and has many different colors inside. It's a story. The amazement of those who, after a long storm, are welcomed by loving hands that take care of them, feed them and watch over them. I feel like a very lucky man. Finally, I can decide what to do good in my life, for whom and how. This composition is a hymn to Beauty, without which I wouldn't know where I would have been. I want to say that life offers us countless possibilities once we leave the path of toxic ways and destructive people. I don't want to go back. I too want my life to be Beauty, and I really believe I have the right to do so.

​Fifteen years have passed since I first met the one who would become my Muse. This has been, up until now, the most significant era of my life, ever. There are many images of the two of us together, in many different places, from the mountains to the sea, with moods that moved from peace to joy, in the growing awareness of how much we had a duty to defend ourselves from what did not belong to us. There are too many things in today's life that tend to undermine our serenity, like the pitfalls of a world that has shown itself to be increasingly cruel. I have written a lot in these fifteen years. In 2021 I started composing "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible", a symphonic music, which I will now send to a Composition Competition. I have worked on this piece several times and I am satisfied with the result, because the piece has been studied in every detail, with attention and dedication. It has been a feat to compose it, since, in full lockdown, I wrote the first four chords for strings, after reflecting on the beauty of a Chopin chordal agglomeration. Now I wish for this music to take flight and leave its nest. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is a love song, sometimes elegiac in tone but full of hope. There is the nostalgia of a man who loves his woman and cannot reach her because of the rules of a barbaric state. He is an individual who praises the breast of his beloved as the home of her life. casket. Abode of the soul, through which to become a splendid butterfly. I have thought a lot in these last 3 years since the pandemic began and I have come to the conclusion that it is my duty to protect the people dear to me, since there is no more noble mission in my life. The piece communicates many sensations to me, it is stately and contains a series of thoughts in music, which the listener will be free to recognize. This is probably the piece of music from which my identity as a researcher of truth and virtuosity emerges proudly. The breast of the Muse is a symbol: it represents the certain landing place after the storm, because we have all experienced one that we have left behind to be reborn more beautiful and creative. Outside, a world doomed to extinction is raging, cannon fire is heard, but a child's desire to want to play remains intact. I have written about many issues, the most important seems to me the centrality of the Psyche, the respect due to it, the long march to get to help the most beautiful flowers in the garden which, due to the ferocity of a murderous system, get sick and are in danger of dying. I am a lucky man because, after the storm, I was given the opportunity to hug a wonderful woman who decided never to leave me. This music is for her. We should all have a Muse. We should all walk in the footsteps of creativity, rejecting, with disdain, all that is not human and kills. I am almost 50 years old. I have the right to live as I want, in joy, seeking all the opportunities such as to elevate my Person to make me a human being who knows well that there is only one great superior good: the balance and harmony of psychic life. We live governed by split, very dangerous individuals, but we cannot leave it up to them to decide what is right for humanity. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is a poem in sounds, with which a man destined to be invisible, thanks to the love of his Woman, has become a Person.

​The other day, while I was washing the dishes, I listened to an interview with a contemporary philosopher who supported, with determination, the urgency of a collective Awakening, which I understood as the summation of everyone's personal awakenings and based on the will people to change the course of the world, which would lead the planet towards Peace and Prosperity. I had a glass in my hand and, rinsing it, I thought of those words within my world, trying to give them a place, a location, creating a space that could welcome them, in view of the important things to do to try to save this society adrift, seriously considering nuclear war as an option. "Great Awakening" I found myself whispering, as I concluded the home operation of putting the dishes out to dry. Those words weren't foreign to me at all. I felt them close. Upcoming. I knew that they could have been part of my day looking for something good to glimpse, in this chaos, which, starting with the pandemic, and, if we want, much earlier, as skilled analysts have repeatedly emphasized in the decade 2010 - 2020, is continued with the war in Ukraine, thanks to which shrewd manipulators continued undaunted to mislead the minds of People, many of whom risk being lost forever, to consecrate themselves to a form that no longer has anything human. The philosopher spoke of darkness. Many know them and they never lead to anything good, since man needs light. I listened to the whole interview, continuing to reflect on the content explained by the scholar, while I was preparing my coffee. I have reached the end, fully embracing the exposition of the themes, in form and content. I was happy, because I said to myself: "So you see Massimiliano that you are not far from the truth?". I drank the coffee, satisfied, while the interviewer greeted the philosopher. "Great Awakening" was shaping up as a definition that would keep me company, for the next few hours and perhaps for days. I took my time to savor those two good terms on which I wanted to have my say. Suddenly, an intuition: to write an Incipit for Strings in E minor. I had the first notes in mind, I would have written them, to listen to the overall sound of the chord. “Great Awakening” was already a title. So how to operate? Therefore, virgin score, E minor, 4/4, Andantino, Strings, Title: “Great Awakening”. First step: the shape within which to move. E minor is a tonality from which, in the last period, I have returned from time to time, because I can clearly see the harmonies to be developed. 4/4, with the right rhythmic breath. Andantino, because awakening is neither slow nor fast, but proceeds with a sure step. Strings, because when one awakens from a long collective hypnosis that has caused hysteria, one moves with long notes to return to self-awareness, one's whole being is transformed, from low to high frequencies, just as can be expressed with a string orchestra. I need to believe that something wonderful can happen, manifest itself, envelop us in a lyrical breath of Beauty. We deserve the best. We can be a splendor. We can live well in harmony with everyone. We are governed by a handful of putrid individuals who, as the scholar claimed, no longer even have the nature of human beings, given that they are deprived of light and plot in darkness. The fundamental step, which is also the first, is to start saying: "No!". A sacred No. We do not want a world of wars. We don't want hate. We don't want to destroy. Surely many scholars have investigated how the masses always let themselves be guided by murders. I, on the other hand, still wonder about it, then I see children playing in the kindergarten park nearby and I smile, because I know that the world still has hope. I won't work on the song yet for today. I feel the desire to reflect, since some words, like some sounds, must be decanted in one's own alembic. I remain confident. I want to hope, because without hope one lives really badly. I want to wish me and all the people I know to always live in the dimension of the Great Awakening and to keep the attention high. I want to thank all those who visit my site, because it is thanks to them that I realize the goodness of my work, so thank you… This piece comes from a thought of mine, which merged with an emotion, generated by listening to the 'exposition of essential themes analyzed by a philosopher of our times, who contrasts, with lucid force, the Great Reset of Davos, the Great Awakening of Humanity, thanks to which we will finally have Freedom, a gift to defend strenuously from attacks of the wicked who want mankind subdued. "Great Awakening" immediately seemed to me a good title for a piece of music which, in my mind, was orchestral from the beginning. After writing the first 4 chords for strings, I had the sensation of something majestic coming from those notes and that encouraged me a lot. The more I composed, the greater was the perception that that music should have a precise role in my production. I have been writing a screenplay for 4 years, based freely on my novel, "Muse - Thoughts of an artist", of which I am also taking care of the soundtrack, and, until the other day, I was missing a music to comment on a fundamental scene , which I found in the composition about which I am writing. If a good thing happens to one man, why can't it happen to everyone? What prevents it? I believe in the potential of People, I see and hear many who don't want to end badly and wish to live in such harmony that bad things will seem like just a faded memory, a warning that the triumph of wickedness will never happen again. If a human being goes mad with pain, this implies that everyone, having passed the point of no return, can sink into the blackest psychosis and, in the same way, if a person reaches a healthy balance, he is satisfied, he defends himself well against negativity, and he feels intimately happy, this path to joy is within everyone's reach, I believe in it. Not right away, but in the process of writing this piece, I spotted this rhythmic cell:

and I built the musical texture accordingly. I really like this song: it smells like Freedom. I long for a great awakening of humanity. We all need them, like water, libraries and concert halls, like bread, the sun, hope. Men without light must not win. He cannot conquer evil. We cannot suffer forever. I would like to wake up in the morning to a world free from pain.

​In the face of so much Beauty, why poison yourself with lies? Why destroy? Why get sick? It was a magical evening, that one there, in front of the Cathedral of Spoleto, in Umbria. I was with my partner, and we breathed thin air. This world can still be saved. We can do it. We deserve it...

​This composition represents my Love for my Partner, and for Humanity, since she taught me to love. Without her, I don't know what turn my life would have taken. Now I can sing...

​My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible


I thought a lot about the nature of this composition, "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible", since I tried to fully understand it to grasp what it was in itself, what essence belonged to it and in the end I thought it was a long letter of love, never sent and created in my mind, after having transformed it into music, matured in the folds of a harsh lockdown, the first, that of 2020, from which many considerations resulted, daughters of the awareness of not being able to meet my Partner for long time, when the days, without her, seemed endless and the evening phone call, listening to her voice, had become an unmissable appointment. This music for several instruments comes from the desire to feel good, which was, at the time of the strong restrictions imposed by the government, a sort of chimera, given that we were all sad, each for their own reasons and we already knew we were living in a absurd, out of all logic, through which whoever commanded us was establishing the regime of Terror. Now, from the interceptions of the judges, it clearly emerges that our rulers wanted us to feel fear, a feeling of loss and anguish which, according to their plans, was to last for a long time. This piece was born on the keyboard, after having remembered my Chopin, and decided to use his own harmonic structure. Now the music is complete, after almost three years of reworking. I decided to take it to a composition competition, since I need a comparison. In my opinion, she is very beautiful. This music is the encounter with the other. It is a harmonious embrace. It is the breath that merges with that of the loved one. I worked a lot on this piece. Inside, there are all my progressive syntheses and the hope that one day, not too far away, the world can be founded on Love, which gives new meaning to everything. We were alone, in the first lockdown, too alone. We anchored ourselves to a phone call, a brief chat with the neighbor. A child's smile warmed our hearts, but we suffered and not a little. The piece is symphonic, it is meant for orchestra. It was born with a succession of four chords, performed for the first time on the keyboard and from there it acquired a physiognomy of its own, marked by the tension towards the pleasant place of live exchange with the desired person, in a titanic impulse that surpassed the physical distances and gave us the harmony of being together with love, thanks to the beauty of how the other is perceived and to the all-encompassing vision of the human being, understood and loved in all its scope as a vector of poetry. It became the piece on which I worked hardest, without fear or tension, but taking all the time to focus on the sensations and thoughts that, little by little, were taking shape in my ego, in a state of awareness increasingly significant, which led me to open my eyes to many issues, maturing the will never to be able to go back, since regression is always dangerous. Now the memories of the last three years have faded, but the perception of evil remains. We have all been victims of the most colossal scam in human history. Every now and then someone makes public an excerpt from an interview of such a character which shows that we were slaves in the bloody hands of evil operators who, to this day, are still at large and who, probably, will never be tried for crimes against 'Humanity. This composition refuses to accept a psychotic world destined to commit suicide and sings the Love for the Woman who has re-meaned everything in my life and who is the root of all salvation. When lived in the context of a healthy and creative relationship, otherness, in addition to being a harbinger of great energy, is our anchor. We were alone, yes. Alone and heartbroken, worried and no one gave us courage, indeed, on TV only images of death and desolation and great speeches on the goodness of isolation. A well-planned direction needed our blood and our fear. How much useless pain… I woke up: I no longer had a state, a community, friends and family. I was alone. Only together with my partner. We were exiles. Survivors of a carnage. This world has not learned and does not want to learn. People let themselves be guided by psychotic characters, who would send them to die at the front without a second thought. This piece wants to fight all the psychoses of the powerful. We should start again from silence. From listening to the other. From speaking only true words. I fight every day, not letting the international media that sows terror into my home, because their strategy, tested during the lockdown and all the subsequent periods of restriction, has not loosened its grip. They want us to be serfs. Deprived of everything, we will not have the strength to rise up. I, on the other hand, want to keep myself whole, even though multiple forces want us lost, violent, illogical. Theirs is the project of a world split as split is their personality structure. To all this I oppose, as long as I have breath in my body. I want to write. Telling a story of victory of a man who was saved thanks to love and who believes that his path is not for just one person, but for all those who want to follow him. The world is simply in our hands, as it always has been. It's up to us to create a new community. This composition begins with an elegiac tone, a mezzo piano introduces the sound environment with which the author intends to represent his hymn of love to the desired woman, whose presence is essential for him. There are many colors in the piece, all with their own primary musical intention. However, this chant is not desperate, since it cultivates the hope that, one day soon, the two protagonists of the story will be able to meet again and embrace each other again. I didn't understand at first. I couldn't understand. Now, however, I know. I know why they locked us in the house. Now I understand why there was that air of death and desolation and all of us hiding in the house like rats. Now I can perceive what was the climate of hatred and mystification that they intended to establish, with great success, I must admit. They managed to do it. The full realization of their project is there for all to see, deploying enormous firepower against the peoples of a certain part of the world. The piece begins with a poignant nostalgia, determined by the awareness of how beautiful and vital, rich and poetic the other is. It is the man, in his nudity, who acclaims her who, in a healthy and creative relationship, has saved him from the jaws of a dissolute and obscene world. The tools intertwine. The description of the moment in which the two will reunite becomes increasingly vivid, attentive, generated by a psychic order that sees the protagonist capable of maintaining an upright position in the face of the pitfalls of a barbaric system that wants human beings incapable of prospects, slaves and losers. Music fills the air. There is a complexity of the individual that must be analyzed and researched. There is a huge need for interpretive intelligence. Of eyes that seek each other. Of a hug that means: “You are safe here!”. Everything around them is death, violence and dissociation, while, in their embrace, which merges two identities that they have chosen, there is poetry, momentum and life. A sick world has forced the healthy into closure. A trumpet solo rises sinuously above a layer of sound, and courageously sings its melody, which is pure tension towards that future in which people will meet joyfully and will no longer be afraid of anything. A horn follows the harmonies. The author's intention is to represent a cosmos made of intelligence, logic of affections and profound respect for all manifestations of human creativity, which are everywhere and are so scary to the powerful. They don't want us free. They don't want us happy. Realized. They dream of a future for us as servants, but Humanity can never be, hence the need for a liberation struggle unparalleled in the history of mankind. There is a lot of sweetness in the piece. There is awareness of the saving embrace. There is a determination not to resign oneself to an iniquitous and inhuman system of power. There is strength. A piccolo traces a small series of notes, there is an air of struggle, in the dynamics of the forte. The cellos move courtly in their own low register, because love is sumptuous. A piano creates a modulation, after the exposition of Theme A. There is vigor, in the refusal of an artist against a world dedicated to the destruction of any form of intelligence. I don't know where I would have been, in the first lockdown, without my partner. Maybe I would have resigned. The system proposed its chimeras. His monstrous voices. His interpretations are the result of an altered, sick, abnormal perception of things. I soon realized that we had been left alone to our fate, because our politicians didn't care what happened to us and their goal was only to demolish us. We are not out of trauma. Then came the war and a new set of lies, designed to continue the state of war that had been established during the pandemic. The piece wants to rebel against this state of affairs. It is no coincidence that it was written in three years. I had to understand. “My lady's breast – Portrait of an invisible” is a revolutionary act. After all, there is nothing more beautiful than seeing a life flourish. If anyone here is wondering if we will ever be understood by these masters of evil, my answer is that none of them will lift a finger for us. We are alone, but we can unite. Then we will be many. A tide. A people. This piece kept me busy for 3 years. Now I will send it to a Contest. Her nature is militant. It's the piece I've worked on the most, many rearrangements, many reflections on sounds. In the end, I can say that I am truly satisfied, since it represents my way of seeing Love towards mankind, my Partner and all children. The elegiac tone of the Incipit recurs at other times during the composition and creates an atmosphere capable of communicating that feeling of nostalgia that is felt when the object of desire is far away. How far away were the games in the park for the children when they were prevented from going to play. How distant were the hugs of a grandfather to his grandchildren, because there was a ban on being able to see each other. How far away were the kisses of a girl to her boyfriend because they lived in two different cities and therefore they weren't allowed to meet. I'm really sick of the idiocy. Of quackery. Of dissociation. I want a normal world. A harp creates arpeggios, letting its timbre resonate within the orchestra. The timpani accompany the harmonies of the strings, marking the rhythm. I find the piece very beautiful. I really thought a lot about the harmonies, the rhythms, everything that should represent an element of the compositional construct and I'm really satisfied. This piece deserves to go to a Composition Competition, if only because at least I will get some feedback. There is a whole world to be refounded, on new foundations, with an authentic awareness that leads us to the possibility of being truly happy, far from any form of distortion of thought, which generates disease. We must not let our guard down and, by resisting, we will acquire the exact dimension of healthy human beings. Clarinets produce strong chords. It is the vigor of people who can no longer accept the idea of being trampled on. It is self love. It is the rejection of evil. The elegiac tone of the music is present everywhere, it banishes the fear of abandonment and affirms the certainty of the new meeting of two people who truly love each other and know how to take care of each other. I have never feared since I met my Partner 15 years ago. I knew, from the first moment, that she would be there for me. It is that sort of awareness that the lover cultivates, based on the real love that she feels. This composition intends to be the description of a certainty: the embrace of those who love us will not abandon us, not even in the worst moments and, during the lockdown, there were several dangerous situations, such as when they proclaimed the arrival of the solution, which instead turned out to be part of the problem, the most lethal. They lied. They covered it up. They have wounded and killed. Now, whoever has woken up will never be able to believe in their hypnosis again. The composition revolves around the possibility that the encounter between two people who have chosen each other is always more beautiful, more creative, healthier. In this sense, the work is deeply psychoanalytic and generates and describes the opportunity for men and women to determine their own destiny, not powerful supranational forces with destructive purposes. The piece fits perfectly, in form and content, into the programmatic lines of the New Era of Light, since it depicts a human being proudly standing before the distortions of a murderous world and a normality behind which the bloodiest pathologies are hidden. I would like something very simple: that we could all live peacefully, despite the problems that may gradually arise. This music is proof of that. Everyone has the right to self-determination. Find your own way. Discover your identity. Know. Love. Have a project. “My lady’s breast – Portrait of an invisible” is the result of my every effort to say I am a man. A son. A father. A mate. Today would have been my father's birthday and I dedicate this thought to him. I have never been interested in judging anyone, but the way they have treated us from the first lockdown to now, in the war phase, is obscene. They will continue to act psychotic. It's up to us to part with it and live well. Their message of hate and discrimination must not be passed on. They don't have to win. Humanity, as I have always said, deserves to sing its most beautiful hymn on the roof of the world, with which to praise Creation and give thanks for a life that is always able to give us emotions of pure beauty. With this piece, dedicated in my mind to She who re-meaned me, I describe the nostalgia that will lead the protagonist to embrace his Woman again, with the certainty that this will happen, without the fear, the terror that the reunion will never take place. Many things have happened since that May 2020, but the overall direction of the course of human history has not changed. The rulers, at all latitudes, are continuing to implement their plan to exterminate Intelligence. Of Beauty. Of vitality. It's up to us not to allow him to continue. I am confident, even if I see people floundering. Confusion reigns supreme and with it dissociation proliferates. If you save your core, you've already done a lot. However, hoping for a better tomorrow for everyone is not only legitimate, but a duty. I trust in the reader's ability to accept my point of view on many issues and judge good a content that is within everyone's reach and describes the opportunity for Humanity to be happy, one day not too far away… The composition “My lady's breast – Portrait of an invisible” wants to be good food for the mind. We all have a desperate need for goodness, after hard years and a war which, in the intentions of the rulers, must sanction a new level of domination of minds. In recent days, at the Incipit, I have added a solo trumpet. The operation was delicate and absorbed me. The result seemed perfect to me. This Incipit is based on string harmonies, but needed a melody. Maybe one day, before August, when I send the piece to the Composition Competition, I will pick up the whole composition again, but now I feel I have to free it. I have faced the compositional process several times, in these three years, and I must say that in various moments I considered the piece finished, then something happened, inside and outside of me, which led me to pick it up again to modify it, recreate it, chisel it . Now the music is complete. It does not need anything else, either stylistically or textually. I consider the score brilliant. She is rich. It bears the marks of the New Age of Light. He describes the moment of the revelation of one's good internal Selves, in relationship with the other, as the first sip of water after crossing the desert. Here I would like to thank all the people who made this writing possible, one by one. I thank the life I am grateful to and the people who have me in their hearts. One day we will be proud to have fought for the joy of our community. For children. For a mother who will smile at us in front of a good coffee. The time of the absurd impositions of the rulers must end. We have to take back our happiness.

​This music comes from a series of reflections on today, the direction we are going in and the need for treatment, which is within everyone's reach, without exception. The song is a hymn to the Person who has given me new meaning: my Partner, who is called Marinella. We should all set limits to the harmful action of events or people, towards our small world, to seek the center of our identity, free ourselves from a stage of pain and loss and become creatures of Light. In the title, there is Bion's definition of "alpha function", which is necessary for the harmonious development of one's healthy structure as a human being finally capable of loving constructively. Finally, still in the title, there is Marinella's song, the last section of the music, with a tribal character. This piece represents me a lot, it tells the opportunity I had to search for a path of my own. It is the description of my intentions, of what I study and read to improve my condition as a thinking and feeling individual. There is a need for limits, to feel good, since the world cannot be allowed, with its excruciating dissonances, to penetrate our sacred cosmos and desecrate what is most beautiful to us. Once this is done, many things fall into place by themselves. The alpha function allows the elaboration of thoughts and ensures an integral development of the individual, preserving it from suffering. I often reflect. I read news for which I feel the need for further study. Study. I keep up to date and never like now I feel I can say that this world needs a Psyche cure. We would all be better off after therapy and we would stop making war on each other, guaranteeing us and the younger generations life on a wonderful planet populated by people who have stopped allowing their internal conflicts to always ruin everything. What's more beautiful? There is a limit not to be crossed. The alpha function is research and we can all achieve it, instead of destroying it. The last section of the song is Marinella's song, with which I thank her for all the beautiful things she gives me every day. Humanity has always walked. Now is the time to unite and march together. The rulers of the world have exceeded all limits, preventing people from being able to feel good and live happily, in serenity and in that prosperity which is everyone's right and the figure of a community. There is dire need for healing and without Bion's alpha function it will never manifest. Marinella's song, the last part of this music, is my answer. It's what I want. This is what I understood on the threshold of fifty years, and this need for well-being, which would lead us to health and peace, can only arise from an intimate need of the single person, tired of perverse mechanisms and tired of the destructiveness inherent in insane gestures aiming at the establishment of chaos. With this piece of music I mean to talk about care, as if it were a dialogue between two actors: me and the people who listen to it. The alpha function is a landing place. Happy, happy, serene and mature, who gives awareness, solid certainties and the will to live. The concluding part of Marinella's song is instead pure love, what I am able to feel now, stronger than ever, from the genesis of this relationship, 15 years ago. Many limits have been crossed in recent years. People's intelligence has been made a fool of. They humiliated and segregated them. The Ministry of Global Terror has been established. We are all in trauma, still. There are too many wrong things decided by the rulers. They have plunged us into the abyss. The first ones I would send for treatment are really them, the powerful of the world, never seen a more destructive political class, a psychiatric category in its own right as Vittorino Andreoli said some time ago. There is an urgency for beauty. Clarity. Linearity in logic. Enough with those who do evil. The cure exists and is able to make everyone feel good, it is only necessary to follow it with humility, trust and it manifests itself with the dialogic You full of analytical and emotional intelligence. There will be the singing of a thousand wholesome women around the city, shaping a beautiful melody in the spring air, which will attract children and delight the elderly. There will be the song of the men who have given up their weapons, to seek the sublime enchantment of peace. I believe it, do you?

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​I do not like myself. That' it


Body of my woman – Little dance
Almost blue
I do not like myself. That's it
Different worlds


This work was born from listening to snippets of an interview with one of the greatest pianists of all eras: Sviatoslav Richter, who, after answering several questions, with a hoarse voice, now elderly, whispers, looking beyond the camera: “I do not like myself. That's it”, to remain heartbroken to observe an unspecified point in space. There was almost a kind of desperation in his eyes, as if the great artist condemned himself for having failed. “I don't like myself. That's all" the great maestro ruled, so I asked myself: "Why don't an absolute genius of the piano like himself?". I thought a little and convinced myself that Richter did not like himself as an incomparable seeker of perfection, who, according to his yardsticks, moved a little further to him with each performance, becoming unattainable, while he he designed increasingly admirable architectures of sound. I thought “I do not like myself. That's it” was a good title and so I set to work. Richter has left a wonderful legacy and is part of that small group of people who have pushed the edge of humanity a little further, but the fact that he, now an old man, said he didn't like himself really struck me. He was truly a great master, an absolute ruler of sound matter. Thus was born the first song of the collection: “I do not like myself. That's it”, which has an intimate, intense character. Then, one morning, here in the small house with a miniature study, "Almost blue" was born, then "Body of my woman - Little dance" and, lastly, "Different worlds". This is a work imbued with reflections on the meaning of art, life and human relationships, since, after all these years of human evolution, growth, growing awareness, I still feel different, in the sense that I know that I will find 'agreement with an increasingly small group of people and this does not sadden me, but questions me, leaving me feeling that I am not aligned with any majority group of individuals, facing existence together with that minute group of hearts I love, for the which I fight and which I defend. I am willing to proceed in this direction of peace and beauty even alone, if necessary, together with my family. I'd like to get along with people, but inevitably, sooner or later, they do something I have to distance myself from to protect my world. It has always happened like this, it seems like a law of the universe. I would like to feel part of a whole, but I can't, they are a unit. I do not accept definitions, if not those that I have given myself. I don't fit into any category. I try to be as uninfluenced as possible. A lot of people don't like me. I don't like many people. Some came back into my life, I welcomed them back with enthusiasm, within a short time they lost their sense of novelty and started again to convey the same messages that had previously alienated us. A bad investment. I, of people, can only say that we have drifted apart and I dare to imagine that I am not the one who has sent a message of separation. Is the era wrong? Perhaps. Are the moments wrong? Maybe those too. I don't believe in the poetry of friendship that remains over the years. If you don't feed it, like love, it dies. If you don't have edifying news, it dies. If there is no affective investment and reciprocity, over time, it will begin to tend to 0, and it will die. I live a love story with the woman who has given me new meaning, to whom I give all my signs. I have a son who is growing up healthy and a mother who deserves to live her old age peacefully. Outside of this nucleus, I don't feel like thinking of someone as a friend and I don't even believe that someone who appears in my life deserves a place in my psyche, because, inevitably, one gets hurt, one harms otherness and diversity , then better to be loners, which is not so bad. This work is a sum of reflections in music. I thought a lot. I took my time to listen to myself. I dug into myself, to try to figure out if I was the wrong one, the one to say: “I don't like myself. That's all". This is probably how life goes and nobody is to blame, but I don't like this way of relating to each other. Can I say that I don't like the state of society? I have found wonderful people along my path, but there are too many for whom relationships are unequal, where there is an actor who takes a lot and gives little, each affected by a particular pathology, of which perhaps he himself is not self conscious. I, on the other hand, have become aware of what wasn't working in my behaviors and mental paths and today I deserve to be respected and loved, and if I can't reach this state of grace, then I will remain alone, by the sea to observe this world western world to collapse to make way for a sublime New Age of Light. The freedom to express yourself, with irony, lightness, tact. The desire to make the other feel good. The delicacy with which, listening to the testimonies of your friend, you immerse yourself in his world with the intention of bringing him harmony, as far as possible. If I hadn't had my partner, I really don't know how I would have done in the last three years of the pandemic. All this split, all this hatred, all this sadistic will to kill people's legitimate aspirations, to establish a regime of terror. "Psychiatric drugs are raining down" said Antonio Albanese in the role of the Ministry of Terror and here, psychotropic drugs rained down, but, in my opinion, the innocent took them. The others are all still at large, with the possibility of ruining the construction of a fair and healthy society. How much indifference... How much foolishness... How much unmotivated hatred... I, during the pandemic, didn't hate anyone, but I was treated differently. After all, it would not be so difficult to love each other, accept the other's diversity and build together. I am convinced that Humanity will embark on a path towards Beauty, I have been writing it for years and loners like me will find themselves together with many similar people who have never given up. It will be a great day. A day of light. "Body of my woman - Little dance" is a song about love, which from thought and feeling becomes physical contact and wants to be a slow and harmonious dance, made of leaps, fingertips and eyes that finally see into the integrity of the soul of the desired person. There are no more fears. The meeting is all encompassing. The desire to be able to be happy together finally becomes a concrete possibility. Nothing is precluded to those who truly love each other. People who choose themselves for life experience a dimension of Beauty here on Earth, now. “Almost blue” is a piece about the color blue. It is intimate, essential, passionate. There are string harmonies to which I have sent a message of hope. This collection marks a new goal for me, that of fully expressing myself in a still almost uninhabited land, the land of the awakened Psyche. “I do not like myself. That 's it ”is a tribute to Richter, to his Hamlet-like doubt in the final phase of his existence, to his knowing how to look deeply in order to bare his person without veils. There is a cello voice that moves mysteriously. "Different worlds" is instead a representation of the reality of different human worlds. I have verified that there are people who are very distant from me, with whom it would be almost impossible to have a coffee together. These thoughts animated me while writing these pieces. These are the thoughts of a solitary revolutionary who never felt free to identify with the groups of people who were forming. It's the hymn to the cosmos that I'm able to sustain today, in 2023. It's my chance and I want to play it well. It is the possibility that we find ourselves at peace. Harmony of parts. Equity.