“Althea”, in Latin, is “She who heals”. I met my Althea and have loved her for fifteen years. Care is an essential dimension for a person's life. Healing the ills of the body, those of the Psyche, earning the condition of finally being healthy, after having crossed the desert of desolation, loneliness and suffering, which we all know, albeit in an unequal way. I started composing this song when, the other day, in a Facebook post, the etymology of the name Althea was explained, which immediately struck me, for the intrinsic beauty of her. There is no more beautiful phenomenon than the cure, which is there for all those who want to accept it. I consider this piece the fourth movement of a symphony entitled "My lady's breast", "The breast of my companion", which I have been working on for more than a year. Gradually, over time, fabrics, notes and constructs have been added. The holiday in SüdTirol helped me to clear my ideas, thanks to the depth of the beauty of the places I visited, together with my Woman. I composed, for a few evenings, there too and I returned home with intuitions, which, however, took a long time to translate into signs, up to "My lady's breast - Althea, the center", because this is the centrality , in everyone's life, of Care and Healing. They are two splendid terms, which have an enormous meaning, which, perhaps, we do not always appreciate. In depth, there is always room for Care. Those who reject it, or think they can do without it, don't make a big deal. "Althea" is the one who heals. This world needs Healing, being so sick, in severe decompensation. Our rulers are sick, blind and abject, who intend to spread the disease of despair in every home, to dominate a world without more hope. For this I will vote Sovereign and Popular Italy, so that things can change, for those who will be great in fifty years. The cure is the antidote to the collective psychosis that winds its way through people. That disorder that makes people bad, fueled by television and the media. That tension of the human soul to no longer feel the other neighbor, but an opponent who will steal his bread and an apple, if he does not move and overrides him. “Althea” wants to be a hymn to Healing, that it is always possible to make the right choices. A hymn to diversity, which is so frightening, but which is the origin of all effective individual and collective growth. I wish the world the cure, above all kinds of beautiful results for everyone. Without the Cure this human cosmos is doomed to darkness ...
In this era of lies, projected on a world scale, authentic words are needed. This is my message to the world for a peaceful revolution leading us to a New Age of Light.