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.
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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. |
AuthorIn 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. Archivi
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