All the times I've died.
As often as I have hoped for.
Whenever an adverse fate took my breath away.
Whenever I haven't flinched.
Whenever I haven't fallen asleep.
Whenever I was looking for.
All the times I've despaired.
All the times I've called your name.
Whenever I am shipwrecked.
All the times you healed my wounds.
All the times I've cried in the dark.
All the times that I have dragged myself.
All the times I've risked.
All the times that I have rejoiced.
All the times you hugged me.
Every time I got up.
Whenever I have been silent.
Whenever I had something to say.
Every time I tore myself apart.
All the times I've whispered words.
All the times that I have deluded myself.
Whenever you haven't abandoned me.
All the times I have seen everything clearly.
All the times you held my hand.
As many times as I wanted to be.
Whenever a pain tormented me.
Every time you came to get me.
Whenever chaos arose.
All the times I couldn't be me.
All the times you've been on my chest.
Every time you smiled at me kindly.
Whenever our Love is renewed.
All those times are in me and belong to my inviolable self ...
The fresh morning air enveloped him, returning from a wonderful journey, in which he was realigned with the Universe. He observed the iris flowers, smiling for their beauty. He closed his eyes and imagined his naked partner, on the bed of a hotel room in his land, Umbria. She had taken a shower while he had waited for her naked on the bed, after having washed. She joined him in her white shirt, and stood astride him. He smiled at her whispering how beautiful she was and she smiled at him. They made love and it was all beautiful, every single gesture dictated by yearning passion, as he had desired. After 15 years, their love had grown, the mutual interpenetration was all-encompassing, their two breaths lived in unison. Two hearts that beat as one. They had returned from a splendid stay, to the rediscovery of the Umbrian highlands, where they had touched the joy with their hands. The happiness of feeling part of a whole. The jubilation with which to hope to be part of a Humanity that is finally happy after so many trials. She had been pleased with all the fibers in her body. He had observed the Beauty of Nature by immortalizing some glimpses with different photographs. They had eaten a sandwich in front of the majesty of Castelluccio di Norcia, after having talked at length with a local girl who had carefully explained the phenomenon of the plateau's flowering. He lacked nothing. In the sun and the wind, beautiful, clean, in the loving hands of Mother Nature who had welcomed them with joy. The sky was changing. He felt like he was in a Scottish Highland. The shadows stretched out over the hills and mountains, creating truly majestic shades of color. Everything was green around them and the mountain, solemn and silent, still had traces of snow, which stretched white towards the valley. The man was delighted. He still did not know that this would be the umpteenth confirmation of her relationship with her, who lived on Beauty, like a real Muse. Everything was eurythmy in her, everything was becoming euthymy in him. They were experiencing another of their consecrations, in a prodigy that had been developing for 15 years, without interruption. In the wind the message that spread throughout the plateau, with which Mother Nature whispered hope, against the abominations of the inhuman alienated. Everything about her was harmony, he could hear her singing and smiled at that warm, round alto tone of hers. The Sun kissed them, bringing that disarming warmth that had been so lacking in two years of Schizodemia, with which the rulers had split the minds of most. Maybe there was a chance. Maybe not all was lost. Perhaps Humanity would have raised her most heartfelt and sublime song to the cosmos, claiming her own innate Beauty, in the ancestral desire for Freedom, which cannot be bought at the market. There was an air that eased the suffering of a people who had suffered the insane restrictions of two years of absurd governments. He had taken the sun and at that moment his complexion was red. She had eaten a local candy. Vetusta Nursia, ancient Norcia, was enchanting in its green bottle of the surrounding hills. They had bought good Umbrian bread and typical local products. They never tired of holding hands and joking. He loved to make fun of himself and she laughed with gusto. He listened to her in her discussions, always analytical and profound, marked by the spirit of Truth and justice for all. It was for these reasons that he loved her boundlessly and intended never to disappoint her. He already imagined what they would be like when they were elderly, with their home, garden and many works of genius to read and listen to, in the happy hours of the evening. The two communicated a lot, with words, deeds, smiles, games they played to still feel carefree children. It had been a tough two years for any person who had a right feeling. Two years in which he risked losing everything, including psychic balance. He always had her in mind, even when they were physically distant. She was his beacon in the storm. Her happy landing, her oasis. She was strong as an oak, while he had learned to be tetragonal, thanks to what she communicated to him. She felt different and they both were. Not enslaved to a criminal project of domination of the people. Away from fashions. Refractory to every malicious call of the system. She put her hand on his leg as she drove and whistled a tune on the radio. He realized that this was the best moment of his life. She never let him down. Can you be happy with a pandemic and a war? Yes. It can be if you don't let messages of death enter your inner garden. They set off again, looking for a good Umbrian olive oil and he swore to himself to remember how overwhelming it was to make love with her and hear her whisper words of pure desire ...
The focus of the image.
The warmth of your hands.
The grace with which you move, certain and happy.
The timbre of your round voice,
which expands into alto frequencies.
You are the color.
The outline of some thoughts.
The engine of my Psyche.
One day you joined me in the car.
You smiled at me,
in your infinite tenderness.
The first hug,
that brought you here,
after centuries together.
Events have tested us,
but we remained dull.
a fierce world did not deserve us.
We built a kingdom,
in our house.
Now you are more beautiful than ever.
Enchanting sound and melody.
You tune your steps.
You have never created bad dissonances.
You know how to be art,
in the small acts of the day.
You have always seen the beauty,
Pick the first blossom of the apple tree,
with an attentive look,
touching it gently.
You are my Romanesque architecture at the top of the hill.
Now I see you ...
My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible (Rehash)
"My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is the thematic, formal and existential center of my entire work, born in 2008 and still in progress. It is a music about love, my song raised in peace to my companion, who has given me new meaning, and the cosmos, which, every morning, as soon as I wake up, offers me the opportunity to get to know it a little better. The song was written, in its first draft, a year ago, I worked hard on it in those days and then considered it finished until now, when, listening to it again, I came up with a series of changes to make, so I decided to rework it, without distorting its actual system. The score bears a subtitle: "The day", "The day", when you begin to see better and the objects around you have a defined shape, a stable outline and sharp colors, because perhaps, before then, our vision did not it was fully efficient and functional. The metronomic indication reads: "Larghetto, with passion. The moment of revelation of one's Self, in relationship with the other ". An intrapsychic war has always been underway, between evolution and regression, the tension towards infinity and castling in closed defensive positions, creation and devastation. It is up to us to choose and once our decision is made, if it is the one that leads to the Light, it is necessary to set out along what will then become our path, forever. A splendid road that leads to the full realization of ourselves, that we no longer want to be destructive, for any reason. This composition is a song: they are the sounds that flow from the heart of a man in love with the Muse and his life. I remember that day in May 2021, we lived with hateful restrictions and in those hours I was reflecting on the Beauty of a particular chord, the Neapolitan sixth, in a Ballad by F. Chopin. Suddenly, I moved into the house, reached the keyboard and also played a Neapolitan sixth, in a key very dear to me: D sharp minor. I decided, trying and trying again, to add a note to the melody to that chord, which would create an effect of dissonance. I had in front of me the core of "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible". I don't remember when I chose the title of the work, but it too has a particular meaning for me. The chest of the person you love is home: there is no more stable one on this Earth, with solid foundations and splendid bricks that draw incredible geometries. Portrait of an invisible person because there are many invisible people, who fight in silence, but when they discover love, they are perceived and recognized. Pampered, supported and helped to become what they were called to be from childhood: People. After having considered the piece concluded for months, the other day I listened to it again and was captivated by the intuition of wanting to add sounds to the main succession of chords and, after thinking about it for a while, I decided to do so. In this piece there is a sound, which, in the initial part and in the rest of the theme, remains fixed, while below it, the harmonies change with a regular rhythmic cadence. I worked on this effect, added other small interventions and brought the music to 9 minutes in duration. Now I stopped to listen again. I feel I have done a good job. It is the origin of all this music. Slowly, the objects inside me take shape. I focus on the surrounding world. I listen to and process the information in such a way that I have a clear view. I have been along my path, since 2008, when a girl smiled at me giving me the wonderful world of her. I will fight for what I believe in, like this music, which is meant to be liberating. I can't do otherwise. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is a militant musical composition, since it fights for a better world, to come, in a New Era of Light. I want to convey a good vision with my art. I want to communicate how much evolution is possible, for anyone who wants it. Now ancestral darkness hangs over us: man's low thrusts towards war, domination, humiliation of the adversary, with the different being ostracized. I, from my observatory, I want to say no. This is not how we will be able to live well, in peace, happiness and well-being, and I look forward, with patience, to meet people who have the same convictions and my same desire for a better future ... A smile to the reader ...
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.