​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.