This piece of music is called "Ocean". It bears the subtitle "They will not be able to deceive everyone forever". The metronomic indication is "Andantino, in motion, quiet but intense". This music was born as a response to my reflection on modern times. In this dramatic situation, we have an ocean in front of us. A flood of possibilities, which can lead us to a New Era of Light. I trust in the intelligence of mankind. "Ocean" is the third part of a larger project, which includes, within it, "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" and "My lady's breast - Second chance". The piece has a considerable rhythmic variety and many different harmonies. It is conceived for orchestra and has a wide range. It is linked to the other two pieces by a particular construction that provides, in a certain passage, a fixed note to the melody and sub-chords that change, to create a particular sound effect. In this piece I also used the Tristan Akkord and the French sixth, two very beautiful chords, from my point of view. This composition begins with the woods that give way to the fundamental theme, which creates tension, a force with which I intend to represent the flow of the ocean. This music is belligerent, it wants to fight, for the freedom of People, trampled on too many times, in the last 3 years. It is a militant art, which aims to awaken individuals. We are many who have not accepted the diktats of the system and we want to be able to express, with our voice, our dissent, for everything that concerns the common life. Every so often the music relaxes, it seems to reflect, before returning to be tumultuous, like the ocean. There is a wealth of stamps and the main theme seems to be grotesque, at times, like laughter, the laughter under which all rulers will remain imprisoned, having to admit their crimes in front of the people. I count on it. I expect it. I'm confident. They cannot hide the truth forever and from everyone. There is a motion, that of the waves, which crash on the rocks. The shades are many, many different colors, in a truly amazing polychromatic range. They can't lie to everyone. Not forever. This is their condemnation. “Ocean” intends to communicate this: the hope that one day we can all live well together, without more disagreements, useless protagonism and violent reactions. I work for a company that is no longer sick. Split. Psychotic. There is a trailing tail with the arcs that move slowly. In that queue I used the Tristan Akkord and the French sixth, which gave the fabric a truly poignant vigor. They told us, with intolerable arrogance, a putrid tide of lies: now it is time for an ocean of sound reasoning about the real possibilities and needs of man to sweep it away. It is time to fight, with the unshakable dimension of internal peace and the attitude of those who are not there. I'm not there. They have violated and profaned the temple of the human body. They also did it with children. They are building an automaton company. They are destroying life. "Ocean" is a musical composition that intends to fight. Mobilize. Arousing emotions, to awaken from the collective hypnosis that they have set up to make us what we are not. A war is on. On September 25, 2022, we can have our say on our army. Politicians who do not want the subjugation of the people and who want the people to be finally serene, since this has been greatly missed in the hearts of the people. It is a precise global split project. They want to make us psychotic and easily controlled. I often wonder how this could have happened. How did we get here? Many blunders have been made, but I never imagined that, in the end, we would have come this far, to the demolition of the Person, to its split organized by sadistic minds, subjects who, by now, are no longer human. "Ocean" is my answer. An answer that believes in humanity and its legitimate aspirations. His dreams are my wishes. They made us live in terror, which was aimed at the realization of their abnormal society. In part they have succeeded, although there is a silent minority that has not lent themselves to this game. They turned the truth upside down. What was true has become a lie. The lie has turned into noble truth and so they will go on, because in this game of massacre they have invested their entire political career. However, in life, nothing is irreversible. We can have our say. We can stop the carousel and get off. It is not too late. "Ocean" is all these considerations, which have become thought and sound, heart and matter, psyche and sign. A common front of dissent must be created.
After more than two years of perennial trauma, people all over the world are disoriented, disheartened and tired, and in Italy, where the system's cleaver has hit society in an inhumane way, the situation is dramatic. The light has been annihilated by darkness, generated by an iniquitous power system. Today is a good day for Italy: Mario Draghi has resigned from his role as Prime Minister and we will soon go to the elections on 25 September. Yesterday I followed, step by step, the evolution of the situation in the Senate. I would like to hope this is the end of a nightmare. Let the light come back. May everyone live in harmony with each other and with themselves. We have to vote well, against the system. We need to create a Common Front of Dissent. We have to put them at the door. They failed, because they never took people's well-being into consideration, which is an issue that never touched them, never worried them, wasn't on the list of things to take care of, in the folds of their very important agendas. What is more essential than people's well-being? People have known despair and anguish: many have not recovered, some have died for having lost, in a definitive way, that level of serenity on which to rest their entire life. The rulers leave behind them a trail of precariousness and an unbearable perception of imminent danger, which spoils the prospect of having a worthy future. Their dynamics moved in the name of ruthlessness; as if they were automatons in the service of a criminal design. They have played with the health of millions of people. They marginalized the dissidents, who found themselves in a corner, with no more voice. Those like me have continued to reflect to realize the abnormality of the situation. We were few, now we hope to be the silent majority that will lead the country towards a New Era of Light, because Italy, for its history and culture, deserves to be a beacon of the world revolution. The people who govern the West carry out policies that turn out to be enemies of the peoples. They have no interest in individuals thriving in material and psychic life. In short: they never loved us. We are only producers of other people's wealth from when we are born to when we die. Marx was right. This system is alienating. It generates automatons, not men, with right feeling, and cannot be reformed, as Guevara said. Capital demands your sacrifice: he is a sadistic master. He has no problem seeing you dead, broke, desperate and sick. She doesn't touch him. It is not a pet peeve of him. There will always be new slaves for it. You are just one of many pawns. We all are. We need to find out as soon as possible. Many have awakened. Many have stopped watching TV, the propaganda organ of the system, which kills synapses. Many have set out towards a new horizon. Many have said: “Enough! I'm not there anymore, this is a game to the massacre! ”. They killed the highest and noblest aspirations of individuals, who, since that moment, have not felt like people anymore. It can be killed in many ways. They castrated people, mutilating the inner world of the Person, making it a desert. Great material concerns have taken the place of the legitimate instances of the heart and of the Psyche and of an intelligence that knows how to see solutions beyond problems. They have taken away their sacrosanct, inviolable rights. They imprisoned us at home, as if we were life sentences and created an economic and health dictatorship. I will not forget the evil right away. The perennial police state, which tabled, controlled, mocked dissidents, guilty only of still knowing how to think. It was all unfair, Mr. Draghi. It was all monstrous, abhorrent. Now you, who propagate darkness, must dissolve to make way for a wonderful light, that of a new day, dawn of a new Age, the New Age of Light. The evil must not be forgotten right away. It is necessary to return to truly live, not seized by a chilling system of power. It is urgent to take a stand. It is a duty to be on the side of the Good. These enemies of the Light must be brought to the condition of no longer harming anyone and assured to justice that evaluates them for the ferocious crimes committed. Today is a good day for Italy: Mr. Mario Draghi is no longer Prime Minister and the people will have to decide on the new government, soon. I hope that we will be able to have justice and respect, because the Italians have really been trampled and humiliated, in their intelligence, critical capacity, sense of Beauty. They instilled a deadly disease: fear, yes. True, I can say with certainty. Who knows how many people, lost their jobs, have experienced the darkness of the mind, the deepest anguish, having suicidal thoughts. How many mothers have no longer known what to feed their children, because they were expelled from their workplace, guilty of not having the sacred serum inoculated. Who knows how many young people have had mental problems after quarantine and exclusion from any form of social life. I have already said "No!". I said "No" right away, since what they told us on television seemed to me without logic, lying, hypnotic. They tried to brainwash everyone. It didn't come well. Some anomalies did not believe the official narrative and here we are, on the threshold of a new day of Light. I need to believe that something wonderful can happen. I need it like water. I cannot resign myself to the idea that this nation and this world collapse into darkness to never be able to rise again. There must be hope. One chance. A journey that takes us out of here and lets us land in a different, healthy and fair world. Mario Draghi's farewell is a first response that creates the conditions for the "Psyche" question to return to being central and essential in the public debate, because one cannot die of spreads and magical serums that are dangerous to health. They tried to empty our minds and our lives, but they couldn't fool everyone forever. This is a start. Let's set out on a virgin path that Humanity has never known ... Let's unite in a common Front of Dissent, we will go on, remembering these experiences as something never to repeat!
This morning I corrected the song "My lady's breast - Second chance - Orchestra" and I found it very good, it contains all my intuitions and that way of composing that has been evolving with me for more than 14 years, since I met my Muse. The piece is beautiful, in my opinion, and contains a world within it. I couldn't have written it any other way. I am really satisfied, because I am exploring my world and I find, in it, valuables, old memories resurface, everything is in progression. I await the New Age of Light ...
I always thought, during the storm, that one day I would meet my Muse, a wonderful woman with thaumaturgical powers, capable of letting the rebellious boy in me grow to transform him into a man capable of loving. This was the evolution that I dreamed of for myself, since in the moment of Revelation, I would recognize myself, my ability, my good internal objects, and my deepest self would shine for the joy of those who love me. Now all this has happened, in more than 14 years and I can live, love, dedicate myself to my projects without being afraid anymore. That damned fear of failure, which was the hallmark of the storm, is now simply gone. I have loved a lot in my life, but I was not yet ready for healthy relationships. Getting to know my Muse has changed all references. We were in another system, other coordinates, another way of life. Then everything was easy: loving my woman's breasts, her ideas, her feelings and the direction she had been looking for for a long time. We went on a journey together. I loved her, her Psyche, always luxuriant. I also loved her fears, before they vanished into thin air. We grew up together. I have decided, in these days, to return to the "Breast" object, which constituted the research of my life. "My partner's breasts" is a definition that has accompanied me in recent years, thanks to which I was able to rework my requests and my desire to be a handsome, healthy, strong and capable man.
This piece originates from the same initial chord as "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible": a Neapolitan sixth and is in the same tonal system, D sharp minor, to communicate a bridge between the origin and her son. It is entitled "My lady's breast - Second chance" because it is the second chance to develop a new fabric from the same idea and also intends to represent the circumstance of a new life, after the one spent looking at the navel, which generates the monster of self-centeredness empty and dangerous, to lead the individual towards the full awareness of his most authentic self in relationship with the other, which is the object that describes all psychoanalysis. This piece is symphonic. It has a subtitle: “Nolunt scire”, in Latin, “They don't want to know”, since too many have no intention of understanding and analyzing, destined for a zombie future. I believe that understanding is everything. An ability to accept the essential, the indispensable, leaving behind the desire to understand everything, which is only misleading. The great dynamics, the fundamental issues, however, must be explored in an all-encompassing way, otherwise you risk not even knowing where to direct your steps. This music is a hymn to those who know how to fight for his rights. There are huge forces that do not want the welfare of People so individuals struggle and tend not to move in their integrity as human beings. Now, however, it is no longer time for inaction, we can no longer afford it. A split is taking place between the rulers and the world people, they are increasingly disconnected from reality, we are increasingly in material and psychic suffering, as the news from planet Earth tells us. This is a war, they declared it. Now we are in the last round, before the victory of the Light. Several sources claim that this will only be a phase, but, in the end, the people will win. This composition stems from a chord that has a special sonority, as can be seen in the greats of learned music. I started from there, from that set of sounds performed simultaneously, to then concentrate on the possibility of developing a new creature and a work was born that wants to resist and fight, that does not intend to be afraid, that has not the slightest intention of back away. It is a second opportunity, for me, who have worked out the piece and for everyone, if someone still believes they can sleep peacefully, between a pandemic and a war with the loving tail of a famine that seems to be on the verge of threatening everyone. We have to rebel. This is what my music says. It is time for a world Revolution that opens the way for us to a New Era of Light. There are shoots of positive, beautiful and good news. It is up to us to intercept them and make them grow. This composition is part of the soundtrack that I am curating for one of my projects. It is perhaps one of the most beautiful things I have ever written, endowed with maturity, intensity and a degree of complexity of musical thought that pleasantly strikes me. I think a lot. I rework. I compare myself with my partner. I remain listening, ready to intervene. There will be a peaceful revolt for the good of all. Few will shift the artificial static equilibrium in which everything now seems to surrender itself to tragedy. In the New Era of Light, there will be a need for new Art, that of the beginning of the twenty-first century will no longer be considered as low-grade pornography. It is time for a new Art that is the vector of a new architecture of rational thinking that embraces healthy emotions, for a better world. There will be a need for People who have passed the test of their demons. That they have grown up. Matured. They are not afraid. It will take immense love to heal all the wounds of a sick cosmos created by perverse minds. This is a decisive juncture in the course of history and there will be no turning back. Forward, towards the New Era of Light! Courage is urgent! A lot of dedication and listening to the need for others, who are like us. It will be necessary to reconstruct the minds of individuals, especially as regards the way of dealing with otherness, which has always been a resource and now appears to be a real treasure. My music is meant to convey brotherhood. We are all equal. We enjoy a kiss and suffer from a slap, our internal code is the same. We don't have to give up right now. We can't afford it and it wouldn't be fair to anyone. The New Era of Light is here, now, in our gestures and in our hands. Let's love her ...
More than a year ago, on May 6, 2021, when my partner's mother died a few days ago, I was at my house one morning and, at 10:51 am, after listening to a Ballad by Chopin, I was kidnapped, as I often do. it happens, from the desire to compose music. I remember the emotional climate of those days well: I was anxious for my partner, since I did not know how she would react to the death of her mother and I intended to be close to her with every fiber of my body, dedicating attention to her, listening to her every time she would have the need to express one's internal world put to the test by the event. I turned on the keyboard. I thought. I reasoned with the numbers of the music. I remembered how Chopin had started that ballad with a Neapolitan sixth, a particular chord, which knows how to give color to the fabric. Reflections: "Why, too, don't I try to write a Neapolitan sixth?". I put my hands on the keyboard. I ran. I had found my sixth Neapolitan. I added a sound to it, because it seemed deeper when strengthened. I still did not know, but I was in the presence of a new composition, which, a little later, I wrote on the computer with the title of "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible". The title gushed from my heart. In the following days, I developed the fabric, making it an orchestral piece, then I decided to consider it finished for long months, until, one day not too far away, a year after the first draft, I picked it up again and thought: "The initial progression can be enriched ”, I began to reflect, reworked the concept around which the progression was written, and with the beloved numbers of music, I extended the progression, throughout the piece, wherever it reappeared. I listened to the piece thus conceived. I was really happy. A year of work. How many emotions, thoughts and feelings in a year, to be able to consider a song finished ... "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" was finished and I, perhaps, had written the most beautiful thing of my life, encouraged by my partner and inspired from the beauty of his person. I have always written with immense love, since, more than 14 years ago, my partner entered my life illuminating me with her perennial source of inspiration, but, for this piece, I composed conscious of her enormous strength and her infinite sweetness, with which she managed to come out of a very hard time. She is my breast. She is all my wins. She is sanity, and this is the portrait of an invisible man who has become a person, thanks to a Muse with a Nymph's body ... That day I was worried, although I knew that she would pass even that umpteenth test to consecrate herself new once again more. She showed no signs of abating, being close to her was beautiful and uplifting, like seeing a creature reborn after excruciating suffering. This music is for her and for all the people who have the right to be reborn after a pain. This piece is for Humanity, which deserves every good. This song is for those who have decided not to give up, fighting for what is rightfully theirs. The music struck me so much that I decided to delve into its nature. It was essentially a succession of chords, with one characteristic: in the soprano voice, there was always the same note, while below, every time, the harmony changed. This is what I really liked so much: that sound effect that spreads in the air, always remaining identical to itself to change every time, never getting tired. Today I worked again and I am happy. Glad about how it went in this last year. Happy for my life and that of who I love. With a hope that concerns the world, which, perhaps, will learn to achieve a balance it has been looking for since we were in the trees. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is a hymn to life. To the people who meet along the way. To those who are no longer there, but have remained in the heart of those who think so. It is a way to tell everyone that love exists, forever, eternally and that nothing can scratch it. An invisible person has become a Person: this can happen to everyone. Maybe it's already happening to you reading. Yes, maybe I wrote my best music and I'm proud of it. Maybe it was the right moment to tell everyone that love can do everything, even the least probable, the one for which it would be legitimate to despair because it is really almost impossible.
To those who have never resigned themselves to the inflated gait of stupidity. To those who have hoped, striving to find traces of Beauty around them. To those who have always believed in Love. To those who do not want to adapt to the terror inoculated by politicians and the media. To those who think that life is beautiful. To those who speak sweetly to a child. To those who listen to the feeble voice of an elderly mother. To those who have understood that being a father is a mission for life. To those who observe the branches of a tree swing rhythmically with the force of the wind. Who smiles. To those who no longer listen to poisonous voices. To those who have had the courage to rebel and demand respect. To those who have found their center. To those who dream of nothing but the smiling face of their Muse or the child's games of their partner. To those who have not given up, although the world is turning upside down. To those who feel free to say their word to the world, without fearing judgments. Who has discovered that he likes himself, in his totality as an individual, whole, who shuns the illness of the soul. To those who have discovered, day after day, that they can love someone without the fear of being hurt or humiliated. To those who are still alive, despite the daily television alarms. To those who get up after every discouragement. To those who really listen. To those who no longer feel in a cage. To those who have decided not to follow the folly of the rulers anymore. To those who prepare a dinner for a tired person, with a smile, happy to do something good. To those who still know how to laugh and admire a mountain. To those who have walked a lot. To those who find themselves beautiful at fifty. Who never gave up, even though the world stabbed him. To those who have had the opportunity to experience the Universe in the miracle of the flowers of a tree. To those who have rebelled against the extermination of thought and complexity. To whom remained righteous. To those who never tire of being indignant at the injustices of the world. To those who still want to love, in an intelligent and constructive way. To those who remember his past and interpret it wisely. To those who don't tire of giving. To those who study the most creative way to spend time with a friend. To those who are no longer there. Who has been able to remember. To those who have understood the lesson and do not want to lose that teaching in the maze of a criminal everyday life. To those who live in lightness, aware of the depth of events. To those who had the courage to look evil in the face, and then decide to go further. To those who still marvel at the goodness of people and turn away from the unsolved. Who gets busy. To those who do not get discouraged, because they know that tomorrow the sun will rise again ready to guarantee a new Possibility. To those who start again, despite the fatigue of hard work. To those who sip a drink while observing a clean kitchen. To those who do not want evil. To those who follow the good of the Psyche, abandoned and humiliated by the powerful. To those who are silent, instead of saying something offensive. To those who choose their words carefully. To those who avoid conflict, leaving the bystanders to their own game and isolating themselves from everything, with pride. To those who did not want to fold. Who resisted the swords. To those who have healed their wounds, in the relationship, with someone who really loved them. To those who want to live, having unmasked the system that requires all subjects without rights. To whom can still change, although the evidence says otherwise. To those who leave for a splendid mission: the conquest of themselves. Who does not care what is said because they look at the facts. To those who know how to give the right value to the words spoken. To those who no longer want to waste time in sterile controversies. To those who have a secret garden and keep it with dedication. To those who have fallen in love and fall in love with the same person every day. To those who have decided not to be destructive anymore, with anyone. Who will no longer allow evil to enter. To those who are still convinced that a hug is therapy. To those who don't tire of smiling at the sound of a child's voice playing in her yard. To those who still know how to hope for a better tomorrow, without the blind psychotic fury. To those who have lived many lives and have innocence in themselves. To those who will live in the memories of those who loved him. To those who want to take part in the Revolution of a part of Humanity that does not want to let itself be killed. Who will go on. Who will not give up, protecting everyone. To those who know that in this world we could all be joyful. To those who want to build, in a world of demolitions. To those who remember being born to be happy. To those who do not intend to be complicit in the destruction. To those who have said no to war for a long time and do not want it in their life and in the world. To those who, despite everything, go in the direction of defeat, move with Beauty and righteousness. To those who have always sought intelligent answers. To those who were not afraid to dig and get their hands dirty. To those who, even today, know how to live in identity with themselves and want to build a more just and healthy world. To all these people, my thanks ...
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.