​Identity

I've been looking for you everywhere,
in the ravines of what was,
among the rubble of trauma,
in the midst of the flashes of shooting stars.
You weren't there.
I have known despair,
and I didn't find you,
fearing the worst.
Almost resigned,
I set out and,
to my amazement,
you were there,
beside me,
who smiled at me,
along the tratturo that leads to the new day.
We admired the dawn.
My heart hoped.
My limbs,
exhausted before,
for fatigue,
now they moved nimbly.
I found you in love,
my identity,
in the infantile momentum that embraces the other,
pure,
authentic,
silent.
It was never me
before knowing the kisses of the one who chose me,
And,
in the end,
I became what I wanted to be as a child:
a man.
Then my Psyche faced a new world:
ideas,
words,
sounds.
Defeat was turned into victory.
The wounds have ceased to hurt,
and have been healed.
The Companion's smile has become a reason for life,
milestone,
all-round arch,
like the shapes of the body that enchants me.
I found you, Identity:
you were in the grace of an ancient song,
in the verses of poets,
in the paintings of those who described love with signs,
not to lose it anymore.
The slow and patient construction.
Progress every day by one centimeter.
Acceptance, without violence.
The sun is shining now.
The stars show the way.
I am and I have no intention of abandoning you.

​I swore to myself that I know how to deal with tragedies, today, wherever they occur in my life.
I don't want to allow the pain to annihilate me anymore.
I just want Peace.
I want to live with my Partner, who is the source of all my bliss.
This composition is a hymn to the Isle of Beauty that everyone has within themselves.
Let's not make it disappear under the darts of an obscene world, dedicated to the destruction of all forms of intelligence and Pulcritude.

The island of Beauty

I have been living my love story with my partner for 15 years and together we have founded a kingdom, which I call "The Isle of Beauty", which could be a universal entity, for all people who wish to join. Those who do evil for the sadistic taste of causing suffering to others are not allowed on the Isle of Beauty. For all those who, on the other hand, desire the Good, this island will be a certain destination and will not disappoint expectations. Selfishness rules. This is an age of howling I's, which tear other I's to pieces. For those who reject this trend, there is space and time for something new, made of genuine interest in others, attention and sincere affection. We need slaves of other slaves, and all servants of the same master, who, from above, dictated the laws for an increasingly precarious survival of the flock. The Isle of Beauty is the answer for all those who cannot resign themselves to this state of affairs. Those who saw the criminal design and disdained it. The society of the Ego has caused too many pains, that monstrous and polymorphous entity that kills otherness, to subjugate it to its own purposes, which are never good, never right, in the tension that proceeds towards the annihilation of diversity and killing the legitimate aspirations of the other. On the Isle of Beauty, people simply meet. They have survived the attacks of a sordid world, and they know they want sanity. Their identities under construction touch each other, exchange good content, respect each other, because loving each other is not a utopia, but the fundamental mission to which we are all called. There is no competition, but cooperation. Everyone helps each other. Everyone grows up. Everyone has decided not to be destructive. No one dreams of subduing the other, which is a great resource, represented by the possibility of living in harmony. Everyone arrives at the Isle of Beauty marked by a certain number of open wounds, which Beauty and interpretative intelligence will heal. Everyone has the right, in that land, to experience the joy, the Pulcritude of healthy relationships, in which there is no longer the torturer. The world inflicts punishments, imposing penalties, and it is this reality that we must oppose. We are men, we must be fine. On the Isle of Beauty, all this takes shape. Then authentic friendship, true love, respect and individual and collective growth are possible. Not everyone, however, wants these things and that is why the land of evolution is an island. Many years ago, I was tested by the constant pitfalls I found along my path. Then came my Companion, who, with acts of kindness, transformed me. You cannot live an existence of suffering. We don't deserve it. It's not right. It is necessary to rediscover the goodness of a caress, a smile, a hug, which are gratuitousness and benevolence. Everything we do inevitably has repercussions in the life of the other. It takes intelligence, not to scratch it. Goodness is urgently needed to provide well-being. It takes love to truly hug. On the Isle of Beauty, anything can happen, in the sphere of Good. The world is now far away, try to sing its painful litany, but it can no longer take root in the minds of those who have chosen life. Everything goes away. Everything is dwindling, like the alarming sirens of an ambulance that leaves our street. The cries are gone. Evil is defeated. The people, who have the duty to feel good, have by now established a determination: never again with those who demand human sacrifice. I hope to re-read this writing one day in the hope of living in a better world, although I am firmly anchored to my Isle of Beauty. All evil comes from the Ego. The myth of capital. The competition. The oppression. Moving along the space of the opposite to this vision is very healthy and saving. They proposed their model to us. It was a failure in all respects, and it sowed death and devastation. We hug each other. Let's listen to it. Let's prepare him a good drink, while he illustrates the stages of his path. We will be proud of it. There is no other choice. Either stay on the Isle of Beauty, or perish in the world, crushed by violence. They will try to charm us with the illusions of success, wealth, fame, which only affect a small percentage of the population. We will respond with the Beauty of having a friend, a home, a new love. There is no healthy progression in the Ego. He never has anything new to tell except the allegedly successful story he has been illustrating from the dawn of time. Love, on the other hand, is new and is capable of thaumaturgy. Anything can happen then. The flowers bloom. The wounds heal. The heart beats vigorously for all of humanity.

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It was the first days of January 2021, I was experiencing the lockdown with the nostalgia of my Muse. One morning, I started writing a song, which I gave the working title of "Fog", because in my city there was that particular atmospheric condition. I wrote after trying some harmonies on the keyboard, which I liked a lot and my thoughts flew to the one who loves me and whom I find wonderful. The title then became "You are the key" since with her I do not feel closed to any door. It was a very difficult period, intense from the point of view of musical composition, which filled my days, although the motto "Everything will be fine", spread by television, turned out to be a complete failure, because nothing went well, people left confused and frightened and this affected the general standard of living, expectations, desires, in a constant trauma that killed the psyche of many. I, on the other hand, tried to live well and thought that that experience would have matured many, which did not happen. "You are the key" is my response to the horror. A response of love, for me, for my Muse and for the people, who deserved to be considered precious by the system, which, unfortunately, had no mercy. Sociopathy has ramped up. We find ourselves in war. Hopes are reduced to a flicker. If our rulers had cared about our destiny as people, they would not have decided to lead us into this situation. Instead everything has been determined. All, scrupulously and rationally, with a reason that did not take into account the feelings and expectations of the peoples, who, unaware, let themselves be guided by a gang of rotten figures. My position, in the face of all this, could only be art. A friendly, loyal, sincere art with which to communicate my world of beauty, authentic affections, hope for a better tomorrow. And so it was. I composed "You are the key", in a few days, shared it on social networks and had some success from my friends, who were very kind to me. Then the song became part of the soundtrack that I am developing, to my great satisfaction, since I believe that this music is truly meaningful, a hymn of love, a song, a caress. Love is an architecture that must be built patiently, with the slowness of the days that pass, and must be inexorable in its progress. The passage wants to communicate these emotions, this construct of thought which is intended to be the basis for affirming that one can love, one can feel good and one can be happy, since this adjective is no longer a heresy, a utopia, but a daily practice, an exercise that tends to the Beauty of seeing your partner smile while she sips the coffee you have prepared for her. There are many substitutes for love, all unhappy and disastrous. Love is the opposite of self-centeredness, in whatever form it presents itself. Love is momentum. Generosity. Refusal of the selfish calculation of one's own advantage. This music is an act of love. Towards me, as a sentient man. Towards my Muse, which is of a disarming purity and Humanity, which is at a fundamental crossroads of its own history. "Everything will be fine" said the national TVs, nothing went well, since people should have been put in a position to live peacefully and work silently for the good of all, which instead moved away, as a goal, leaving room for a endless depression, in a seamless trauma that has given way to a resignation with which one cannot go very far. They lied to us about everything, we can't expect anything good from those people who rule our lives as if they were playing a video game. For this it is necessary to go and vote. I will vote for Italy as Sovereign and Popular, because I am convinced that the action of a real anti-system force is necessary to undermine this system of things. Only love will save us. Love and the description of a Beauty that will come back strong in the gestures of people, left to themselves for too long, with thoughts of death. "You are the key" is a dimension of bliss, which is felt in true love, the one that does not place the ego before you, but gives itself, keeping in mind the good of both actors in the relationship. "You are the key" wants to be Beauty. The sounds follow each other in a sequence that leads to a triumph. Everything didn't go well, not even a little. We must get rid of these rulers, to finally live with respect for all. On September 25th, I will vote for Italy Sovereign and Popular because I believe that there is a need for normality and no longer an alienating situation that throws people into despair, annihilating their creative abilities and sanity.

1. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible"

2. "My lady's breast - Second chance"

3. "My lady's breast - Ocean"

4. "My lady's breast - Althea, il centro"

​"My lady's breast"

"My lady's breast" is a symphonic poem in 4 movements:

"My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible"
"My lady's breast - Second chance"
"My lady's breast - Ocean"
"My lady's breast - Althea, the center"

It all started during the lockdown period, when I couldn't see my girlfriend and, one day, after thinking about Chopin, I wrote a chord, inspired by the Polish genius. I listened to it again, closed my eyes, to see where those notes could take me and I immediately realized that this could have been the beginning of something new, in a virgin and unexplored land, with new colors and rhythms, in a harmonic palette entirely from to discover. That agreement, for me, represented a world. I could already hear a song in it and I immediately started composing. A succession of four chords was born, which immediately convinced me. I listened again and again to the sequence, which seemed beautiful to me. I had in front of me the opening words of "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible". A kept note, with the harmonies that change underneath: this is the geometric reason for the incipit of "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible". "My lady's breast - Second chance", takes up the initial chord of "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible", with a completely different harmonic development. It is the second opportunity, the one that is granted to everyone, after having forgotten the Ego to tap into the source of true love for the other. "My lady's breast - Ocean" is a hymn to the life of the sea, that great reality in which we are all immersed, between affections, loves, friendships, in an attempt to eliminate all toxic relationships. "My lady's breast - Althea, the center" has a particular history and is the last of the four-story, in chronological and conceptual order. "Althea", in fact, is a Latin name, which means "She who heals", "She who heals" and is dedicated to the love that heals everything. I am the result of that all-encompassing love that my Muse has given me unconditionally for fifteen years. If I didn't sing this Love I would be selfish. Instead I wish that where a man has passed, everyone can pass. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" was composed in May 2021 and I considered it finished until a while ago, when, suddenly, I thought about adding a new succession to the initial chords, to prolong the emotional tension. of sound clusters. The quadriptych fits perfectly into the soundtrack that I am composing and I would say that it is its backbone. "My lady's breast - Second chance" is supported by a rich fabric, which characterizes it and makes it original. The main theme is strongly idyllic, like the love between two people who have chosen and respected each other, from the very first moment. The orchestration is suitable for the unfolding of emotional states, which gradually appear in the score. "My lady's breast - Ocean" begins with a theme that could appear burlesque, but, in my intention, it wants to represent the motion of the waves. Many years ago, I wrote a song called "Ocean" and a few days ago, I was struck by the vagueness of composing a new one with the same title. These songs represent the climax of my musical research, so far. I consider them very beautiful, because inside there is all my effort to find signs that can express the harmonic state of my internal world. "My lady's breast - Althea, the center" means the centrality of the Care, which is a dimension of the Psyche that everyone, absolutely everyone, should experience, since it is thanks to the Care that one can hope for a better Humanity. There are still too many individuals who refuse the cure and in their unstable equilibrium they sow discord, bitterness, dystonia that create suffering in others. This world is sick and needs to be healed. The possibility always exists and it is time to get hold of the largest health care operation in history. I think it's really necessary. Essential. The only true mission of mankind: to heal. All my work revolves around the concept of research of Health, Care, Healing. There is no more beautiful path than the one that leads us not to be destructive, to know how to love unconditionally, to give ourselves to others without expecting anything in return, to choose to be beautiful and healthy. The journey of humanity has been very long so far. We have enjoyed immense victories, although we have fallen many times. This is a new time, through which an evolution towards Pulcritude could be possible. It's up to us. There is no more beautiful destiny than healing from all the pain that prevents us from being wonderful, serene and peaceful People. Our rulers don't want to help us on this path to the Light. We will have to do it ourselves. My work is militant: it strives to fight for a better tomorrow.

​1. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible". I was alone, during the lockdown and I thought to my Muse, that she was not too far from me, but she could not reach me due to the stupid dictates of the state. This piece is my love for her. That's all I feel when I look into her eyes, when I caress her beautiful face, when we laugh together. It is the song of an invisible person who, thanks to the human relationship with his partner, becomes a Person and ceases to be a different person. It is the ransom. The gift, the ultimate reward. It is everything a man could want from interpenetration with his partner, whom he reads, heals, interprets and makes the improbable possible. She is my Breasts. The Pulcritude that I adore and that never tires me, reinvigorating itself every day, in a spiral of Beauty that is continually discovered. An unexplored continent opens up in front of me and this indicates the musical composition: the infinity of opportunities. Every person we meet is a symphony, you need to have the time and energy to listen to it and it's a real shame not to. We would lose a lot if we didn't. It would almost be a crime. She painted my portrait, then she showed it to me with all the thanks in the world and I, finally, saw myself, for the first time, that of revelation. The chance to meet the other, able to read you, show you that poem you are, toast with you to your nascent identity. This is the profound meaning of these 4 compositions.


2. "My lady's breast - Second chance". There is a world of emotions and thoughts in this music. There is the still with which I distilled my reflections, in a whirlwind of feelings and associations. It is the second opportunity, the one that manifests itself after abandoning the rigid and asphyxiated patterns of selfishness, the new destiny with which a man can become a Person who unconditionally loves the other. It is a cry. A song towards the cosmos. An exhortation to do well in one's life, knowing otherness in order to feel rich in diversity. The second possibility, recognizing oneself, abandonment in the arms of the beloved and the bliss of finally feeling happy, in the little, in the indispensable and in the Beauty of knowing oneself loved by a Muse so beautiful that it takes your breath away, which indicates the way and dispenses unlimited acts of generosity. This second composition of the Quadrittico is militant, has an indomitable character and intends to communicate the Beauty of the approach with the Truth, with the depth of being and the grace of a caress. The wounds no longer burn. Evil has been extinguished in the mind of the individual. There is only his identity as a healthy human being, which he no longer wants to destroy and has learned to love and, giving himself to his Muse, is in harmony with the whole world.


3. "My lady's breast - Ocean". It begins with a theme that seems burlesque, but, in my intention, is meant to be a portrait of the waves of the sea. Many years ago, I wrote a piece of music, entitled "Ocean" and a few days ago, thinking about the great father of waters, I reflected on the fact that true love is an ocean, which allows us to learn to swim, to keep straight the rudder of our boat, to conquer islands lost in the sea. They won't be able to fool everyone forever, I concluded one day while writing this music. Love for the Truth will win and with it all Humanity. The main theme returns, with its load of jagged waves crashing on the rocks and the beach. This work, the Quadrittico of "My lady's breast" is by far the most daring composition of my existence as an artist. This is what I meant about the world, about things, about affections and about the possibility of becoming oneself in the form of a splendid Person. These 4 pieces are the result of 15 years of research into the harmonic palette, rhythm and timbres, and I am proud of the level achieved.


4. "My lady's breast - Althea, the center". Althea is the one who heals, the one who heals and I believe that this world is in great need of Healing, since it has been in severe decompensation for too long and the disease from which it is afflicted is progressively developing against the Beauty of human nature, undermining it. the roots, killing the spirit, and annihilating the beautiful dreams of being able to live well, side by side, perceiving oneself as brothers and canceling any form of destructive thought, which leads to competition, war and the killing of our identity as bearers of Light. Care is a sine qua non. There is no real evolution without it. We will not go anywhere against each other armed. This music is a hymn. It is intended to be part of the New Era of Light, beyond to come, for a prosperous and magnificent future. This quadriptych is inserted in the soundtrack that I am composing and is its main axis, for the signification of the music and for the ideas it contains.


Conclusions: This Quadrittico, these 4 compositions narrate the experience of a Possibility, the one that every man deserves, after having crossed the desert of the destructiveness of a murderous world, which wants it sad and emptied. This Quadriptych tells the story of a human being who, discovering true Love, was finally able to recognize himself as a harbinger of Light, never to go back.

“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 ...

52 and 0.9

He had been waiting to find out what his state of health was for three months, and had a fundamental appointment with blood tests on September 1, 2022. At first, he didn't think too much about it, taken by his creativity and the wonderful relationship with his Comrade, who had loved him for fourteen years. Then, however, her withdrawal date approached and he began imagining scenarios based on the sensations she was getting from her body. The big day came, he went to the hospital and took the blood sample, in a general bustle, after waiting for his turn for an hour. He went home, and after composing a melody he made himself lunch. The next day, he was certain that the response of the analysis on his health file would arrive, he opened the email of his Mac and went on hold. Every time an e-mail came, he checked that it wasn't the one he wanted, while the suspense increased. He was in a fevered state of control, that email should have arrived and he would have opened it with trepidation. In the late afternoon the email arrived, he read the subject and went to rinse his face in the bathroom. His heart was pounding in his throat and his hands were shaking. He said to himself: "Calm down!", But that state of adrenaline tension could only be resolved by reading the medical report attached to the email, in a solemn juncture of revelation, thanks to which he would have faced the truth, without pretense. His concentration would be directed almost exclusively, in an initial phase, towards two values ​​of the blood, those central to his life. He opened the attachment. He scanned it quickly. He found the first of two values: 52, which was fine. Then the second: 0.9, which was great, and, at that point, he could breathe again, since he had won. The throbbing went down, the tremor in his hands passed and he began to think pleasant thoughts, smiling at himself. The adrenaline rush gave way to more reassuring neurotransmitters. "52 and 0.9" he repeated mentally while sipping a glass of water to restore the proper functioning of his burning body after the terrible wait and those two numbers began to like him very much, because they communicated that he had been good, conscientious and attentive, capable of dedicating himself to himself with intelligence and love. It had been a battle, between himself and his will, he had made some sacrifices and had listened to a lot. He still had a muscular approach to reality, which he would have to work on if he wanted to be more peaceful, but the test had been largely overcome ... By opening that email he had decided to face his own destiny. He had always been a warrior, he had bled a lot, with near-fatal wounds. His mindset was his: to fight and he would never give up that tension of the soul, but the time had come to sail the seas with more lightness and on the surface, without sinking into the abyss. He wanted to live. He was on the threshold of fifty and yearned for an existence made of beauty, calm and pleasant surprises. He had a sublime woman beside him, with her lyrical and disarming charm. She would fight for her loved ones and avoid perishing. He would no longer allow anyone to alter his state of well-being. He couldn't tolerate it. "52 and 0.9" kept repeating itself to make it real. He still didn't believe it. He ran to reread the values, to be mathematically certain that they were correct. When he realized it was all true, he was captivated by a sudden feeling of deep pleasure that no fabulous bank account could match. Money comes and goes, health does not, if she runs away, then it is very difficult to get her back. It is really true that, sometimes, what it takes is 30 seconds of barbaric courage to face the Truth, which, although it can be painful, is always better than a lie, which leads man to split up and never find himself again. extremes. He had stopped, for years, telling himself lies, finding the path to peace, which he had walked with his companion, which he would have endured except the injustice of falsehoods. They were on a journey towards integrity, becoming themselves, being unique and unrepeatable. New trials awaited them, which are never lacking, in the course of life, but they knew what was good and what was not. 52 and 0.9 were a goal for him, while many people around the world were trying to have their say for a better world. Humanity was on its way, towards an unknown goal. Many worked for the Good. It was logical to keep clear, active, alert and alert. 52 and 0.9 were his passport to a New Age of Light… he had been composing music since he returned from South Tyrol, but all the tests he had sustained, acoustically, did not satisfy him. Having taken the blood sample in the hospital that morning at his house, he had started playing the bass line of a Chopin ballad, focusing only on one sound: the central C of the piano. From there he left for his own musical exploration. A few measures for piano had arisen, which he had handwritten in his stave notebook. He jotted down the sounds in the score with his favorite pencil, a gift from his Woman. He moved quickly between the study and the kitchen, where he was waiting for sips of coffee that were a fixture in his composition phase. He chose the tempo, with his metronome. He wrote it on the music page he was composing. He came up with a working title: "Test Piano" and lit a cigarette. He returned to his companion's house, and, after having washed himself, immediately set to work. He liked what he had written very much and hearing it on the computer gave him well-being. He realized that, probably, he was in front of the piece of music he had been looking for for 15 days, for sonority, taste and harmonic palette. A title came to mind: “Hope”, then “High hopes”, like the Pink Floyd song, and this definition already suited him perfectly. This happened on September 1, 2022. The two got the blood test response. So, the music became "Concentration 0.9-High hopes", based on a value of the blood essential for his health. The piece is affected by multiple influences. There is Vangelis, Bach, Debussy and Edgar Varese, all in a few minutes of music. He was satisfied: he had been experimenting with that form and content for days, without ever being happy with the final result. He wanted to translate the beauty of South Tyrol into sounds and the harmony that filled his days in the company of the one who, for him, was the most fascinating woman in the world. Until the day before, although he tried and tried again, he had not succeeded, then, as if by magic, came the notes that he felt true and beautiful, in a moment of electrocution. The piece of music was a victory. The man who moves well wins his own health. Your own soul. The dignity of being a Person, a creature of Light. Five days of intense compositional activity passed and he arrived at the final result, a well-balanced, rich and good piece, with which to paint SüdTirol and love, the Fluelapass mountain and the glaciers. He was really satisfied. He was in love. I live. Over time he had learned not to judge, rather tending to understand in depth the moods that can lead a person to move in a certain way. However, he saw a Humanity not yet ready for the New Era of Light, because people do not know and do not want to know what happens in the world, so they are at the mercy of the tyrants, who cleverly conceal from them all the misdeeds they commit, people with a deep understanding of the dominant dynamics, which are not far away, but interfere in their daily life in a heavy way. “Concentration 0.9 - High hopes” is a song about hope. The hope of being well. Hope for a better world. The hope of being ready when it will be necessary to really fight for one's own existence and that of loved ones ... Life knows how to present men with tests that seem insurmountable, there should be no men of power that complicate the existence of peoples, but this is happening . For this reason the song of him that praises hope wants to reach people tired of having to succumb under the ax of a sadistic power system. The political elections in Italy were approaching and he would have voted “Italy Sovereign and Popular”, for a more just, fairer, healthier world. In the New Era of Light there will be a need for new Art, new songs, new poems, new creativity. He was a militant artist, who fought for a society that would forget selfishness and could all live as a big family, in love. For this, there was a need for anti-system forces capable of indicating a new path, never explored, towards the New Era of Light. The path was long. People, taken as they were by contingent needs, certainly could not understand what was at stake, which was the total submission of peoples to a criminal design. One day, this psychopathic world will be just a memory, grandparents will tell their grandchildren how it was possible that Humanity was free and hope will no longer be just a word in the dictionary.