​This music comes from a series of reflections on today, the direction we are going in and the need for treatment, which is within everyone's reach, without exception. The song is a hymn to the Person who has given me new meaning: my Partner, who is called Marinella. We should all set limits to the harmful action of events or people, towards our small world, to seek the center of our identity, free ourselves from a stage of pain and loss and become creatures of Light. In the title, there is Bion's definition of "alpha function", which is necessary for the harmonious development of one's healthy structure as a human being finally capable of loving constructively. Finally, still in the title, there is Marinella's song, the last section of the music, with a tribal character. This piece represents me a lot, it tells the opportunity I had to search for a path of my own. It is the description of my intentions, of what I study and read to improve my condition as a thinking and feeling individual. There is a need for limits, to feel good, since the world cannot be allowed, with its excruciating dissonances, to penetrate our sacred cosmos and desecrate what is most beautiful to us. Once this is done, many things fall into place by themselves. The alpha function allows the elaboration of thoughts and ensures an integral development of the individual, preserving it from suffering. I often reflect. I read news for which I feel the need for further study. Study. I keep up to date and never like now I feel I can say that this world needs a Psyche cure. We would all be better off after therapy and we would stop making war on each other, guaranteeing us and the younger generations life on a wonderful planet populated by people who have stopped allowing their internal conflicts to always ruin everything. What's more beautiful? There is a limit not to be crossed. The alpha function is research and we can all achieve it, instead of destroying it. The last section of the song is Marinella's song, with which I thank her for all the beautiful things she gives me every day. Humanity has always walked. Now is the time to unite and march together. The rulers of the world have exceeded all limits, preventing people from being able to feel good and live happily, in serenity and in that prosperity which is everyone's right and the figure of a community. There is dire need for healing and without Bion's alpha function it will never manifest. Marinella's song, the last part of this music, is my answer. It's what I want. This is what I understood on the threshold of fifty years, and this need for well-being, which would lead us to health and peace, can only arise from an intimate need of the single person, tired of perverse mechanisms and tired of the destructiveness inherent in insane gestures aiming at the establishment of chaos. With this piece of music I mean to talk about care, as if it were a dialogue between two actors: me and the people who listen to it. The alpha function is a landing place. Happy, happy, serene and mature, who gives awareness, solid certainties and the will to live. The concluding part of Marinella's song is instead pure love, what I am able to feel now, stronger than ever, from the genesis of this relationship, 15 years ago. Many limits have been crossed in recent years. People's intelligence has been made a fool of. They humiliated and segregated them. The Ministry of Global Terror has been established. We are all in trauma, still. There are too many wrong things decided by the rulers. They have plunged us into the abyss. The first ones I would send for treatment are really them, the powerful of the world, never seen a more destructive political class, a psychiatric category in its own right as Vittorino Andreoli said some time ago. There is an urgency for beauty. Clarity. Linearity in logic. Enough with those who do evil. The cure exists and is able to make everyone feel good, it is only necessary to follow it with humility, trust and it manifests itself with the dialogic You full of analytical and emotional intelligence. There will be the singing of a thousand wholesome women around the city, shaping a beautiful melody in the spring air, which will attract children and delight the elderly. There will be the song of the men who have given up their weapons, to seek the sublime enchantment of peace. I believe it, do you?

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​I do not like myself. That' it


Body of my woman – Little dance
Almost blue
I do not like myself. That's it
Different worlds


This work was born from listening to snippets of an interview with one of the greatest pianists of all eras: Sviatoslav Richter, who, after answering several questions, with a hoarse voice, now elderly, whispers, looking beyond the camera: “I do not like myself. That's it”, to remain heartbroken to observe an unspecified point in space. There was almost a kind of desperation in his eyes, as if the great artist condemned himself for having failed. “I don't like myself. That's all" the great maestro ruled, so I asked myself: "Why don't an absolute genius of the piano like himself?". I thought a little and convinced myself that Richter did not like himself as an incomparable seeker of perfection, who, according to his yardsticks, moved a little further to him with each performance, becoming unattainable, while he he designed increasingly admirable architectures of sound. I thought “I do not like myself. That's it” was a good title and so I set to work. Richter has left a wonderful legacy and is part of that small group of people who have pushed the edge of humanity a little further, but the fact that he, now an old man, said he didn't like himself really struck me. He was truly a great master, an absolute ruler of sound matter. Thus was born the first song of the collection: “I do not like myself. That's it”, which has an intimate, intense character. Then, one morning, here in the small house with a miniature study, "Almost blue" was born, then "Body of my woman - Little dance" and, lastly, "Different worlds". This is a work imbued with reflections on the meaning of art, life and human relationships, since, after all these years of human evolution, growth, growing awareness, I still feel different, in the sense that I know that I will find 'agreement with an increasingly small group of people and this does not sadden me, but questions me, leaving me feeling that I am not aligned with any majority group of individuals, facing existence together with that minute group of hearts I love, for the which I fight and which I defend. I am willing to proceed in this direction of peace and beauty even alone, if necessary, together with my family. I'd like to get along with people, but inevitably, sooner or later, they do something I have to distance myself from to protect my world. It has always happened like this, it seems like a law of the universe. I would like to feel part of a whole, but I can't, they are a unit. I do not accept definitions, if not those that I have given myself. I don't fit into any category. I try to be as uninfluenced as possible. A lot of people don't like me. I don't like many people. Some came back into my life, I welcomed them back with enthusiasm, within a short time they lost their sense of novelty and started again to convey the same messages that had previously alienated us. A bad investment. I, of people, can only say that we have drifted apart and I dare to imagine that I am not the one who has sent a message of separation. Is the era wrong? Perhaps. Are the moments wrong? Maybe those too. I don't believe in the poetry of friendship that remains over the years. If you don't feed it, like love, it dies. If you don't have edifying news, it dies. If there is no affective investment and reciprocity, over time, it will begin to tend to 0, and it will die. I live a love story with the woman who has given me new meaning, to whom I give all my signs. I have a son who is growing up healthy and a mother who deserves to live her old age peacefully. Outside of this nucleus, I don't feel like thinking of someone as a friend and I don't even believe that someone who appears in my life deserves a place in my psyche, because, inevitably, one gets hurt, one harms otherness and diversity , then better to be loners, which is not so bad. This work is a sum of reflections in music. I thought a lot. I took my time to listen to myself. I dug into myself, to try to figure out if I was the wrong one, the one to say: “I don't like myself. That's all". This is probably how life goes and nobody is to blame, but I don't like this way of relating to each other. Can I say that I don't like the state of society? I have found wonderful people along my path, but there are too many for whom relationships are unequal, where there is an actor who takes a lot and gives little, each affected by a particular pathology, of which perhaps he himself is not self conscious. I, on the other hand, have become aware of what wasn't working in my behaviors and mental paths and today I deserve to be respected and loved, and if I can't reach this state of grace, then I will remain alone, by the sea to observe this world western world to collapse to make way for a sublime New Age of Light. The freedom to express yourself, with irony, lightness, tact. The desire to make the other feel good. The delicacy with which, listening to the testimonies of your friend, you immerse yourself in his world with the intention of bringing him harmony, as far as possible. If I hadn't had my partner, I really don't know how I would have done in the last three years of the pandemic. All this split, all this hatred, all this sadistic will to kill people's legitimate aspirations, to establish a regime of terror. "Psychiatric drugs are raining down" said Antonio Albanese in the role of the Ministry of Terror and here, psychotropic drugs rained down, but, in my opinion, the innocent took them. The others are all still at large, with the possibility of ruining the construction of a fair and healthy society. How much indifference... How much foolishness... How much unmotivated hatred... I, during the pandemic, didn't hate anyone, but I was treated differently. After all, it would not be so difficult to love each other, accept the other's diversity and build together. I am convinced that Humanity will embark on a path towards Beauty, I have been writing it for years and loners like me will find themselves together with many similar people who have never given up. It will be a great day. A day of light. "Body of my woman - Little dance" is a song about love, which from thought and feeling becomes physical contact and wants to be a slow and harmonious dance, made of leaps, fingertips and eyes that finally see into the integrity of the soul of the desired person. There are no more fears. The meeting is all encompassing. The desire to be able to be happy together finally becomes a concrete possibility. Nothing is precluded to those who truly love each other. People who choose themselves for life experience a dimension of Beauty here on Earth, now. “Almost blue” is a piece about the color blue. It is intimate, essential, passionate. There are string harmonies to which I have sent a message of hope. This collection marks a new goal for me, that of fully expressing myself in a still almost uninhabited land, the land of the awakened Psyche. “I do not like myself. That 's it ”is a tribute to Richter, to his Hamlet-like doubt in the final phase of his existence, to his knowing how to look deeply in order to bare his person without veils. There is a cello voice that moves mysteriously. "Different worlds" is instead a representation of the reality of different human worlds. I have verified that there are people who are very distant from me, with whom it would be almost impossible to have a coffee together. These thoughts animated me while writing these pieces. These are the thoughts of a solitary revolutionary who never felt free to identify with the groups of people who were forming. It's the hymn to the cosmos that I'm able to sustain today, in 2023. It's my chance and I want to play it well. It is the possibility that we find ourselves at peace. Harmony of parts. Equity.

Hello Sailors!
Today I'm posting the music that kept me busy, writing a few words about it.
I hope it can communicate something beautiful.
It's the music page that best represents me after the pandemic.
It's what I feel.
It's what I would like to see expressed in the eyes of people who deserve the best.

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​This piece revolves around the concept of pure love. It is a hymn to the ability of two individuals to find each other, embrace each other, face the tides and never get lost. I have been living an intense love story for fifteen years and I know I am very lucky. However, I, my Love, have desired it with every fiber of my body, with the brain and the psyche. I didn't settle. In the worst moments, I always hoped that there would be someone to live well with, away from lies, in a real state of permanent grace. This music represents the climax of my existential research, now that 2023 has begun, because I can't do anything but bring life into art. I have often fallen in my life, but I have always tried to imagine what it would be like to meet someone who would give me new meaning, loving me for who I am: a man. This is the time to give thanks. To confirm how much, without her, my life would certainly have been different, with far fewer colors, less laughter, less hope. I am grateful to life for what it has given me and I always will be. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" has, at times, an elegiac, melancholic tone, to then vigorously affirm how beautiful the existence of those who have never ceased to search and today can define themselves as a rich human being, endowed with analytical skills, far from the atrocities of a system of power that simply demands a heartbroken and resigned Humanity. This piece of music is for all those who have not tired of going further and have discovered the wonder of revealing their identity through the sweet and spontaneous embraces of another person capable of interpreting the intimate call to love that dwells in every human being, who is the prodigy of the emotional impulse towards reality, its understanding and the desire to finally feel good. Far from the charms of a form of obsessive prevarication, a few steps from the insinuations of the powerful, there is a dwelling, the house of Psyche, which must be kept inviolable, for all those who identify it and begin to love it. Deceptions make everything seem very far away, but the truth is that when we wake up in the morning and thank life for giving us one more day, we are already on the right track. That phone call made to a loved one to say good morning, that coffee made with love, that beautiful thought that we dedicate to a loved one, are already leading us towards the full realization of our healthiest self. I said I was grateful to life, and I am. I often ended up knocked down, but with the love of those around me, I returned to regain my upright position and the desire to make it. I have met my Love and I will never leave him. It never made me feel different and we laughed together right away, gently, carefree, full of joy. Today I am here to thank existence for the encounter that transformed my life. The moments. The days and a face of an eternal boy who does not want to resign to the overbearing advance of mediocrity passed off as a brilliant vision of life. This morning I listened to "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" and I understood it was "pure Love", since pure Love is needed to survive the broadsides of those who do evil. Love is the sine qua non condition for the development and evolution of any form of healthy intelligence on the planet. Love is the sacredness of the gestures with which we take care of each other and is not found in the pages of the magazines. I thought a lot about this piece that I intend to take to an international composition competition and now I know what was the tension that animated me. I wanted to paint love with sounds. I wanted to represent that state of bliss that comes from doing everything one's best for the people who are close to us, because in the end, that's what matters. The piece developed over two years of work, intense at times, to leave room for a reflection which, in certain moments, made me better understand what I wanted to achieve with this music which is the most complex piece I have ever composed. . I am really satisfied. Satisfied. I would neither add nor subtract a single note from this score. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" carries a universal message on the choice of loving someone to see him truly happy, in the highest form of one's being, to prevent him from falling and suffering. I was saying that this morning I listened to my piece again and I was struck by the depth of feelings that I feel dwell among the written notes. You will consider yourself invisible for a portion of time, perhaps, then a person will arrive who will read you calmly and joyfully, as if you were that work of art you have always dreamed of and you will transform yourself into authentic Poetry. It will be pure love. It will be jubilation. It will be Harmony. Then you will no longer be interested in deceptions, subterfuges, the evil that men do to other men, you will live your love story and you will fight for a better world, alongside your Person, the one who loves you and you will keep your eyes open, so as not to fall into traps again. I am happy with these words. Maybe someone will read them. Maybe someone will listen to this music and feel at home.

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​It was May 2020, in Italy there was the lockdown, Covid was raging, our politicians did not respond with adequate initiatives and we all lived separately, each in their own home, in terror of a lethal virus. Thinking about it now, almost three years later, the feeling that enveloped me was strange, almost unreal. We lived in the anguish of an invisible enemy, it would have been logical to be able to rely on the ruling class, its resources and ability to solve problems by seriously dealing with people's well-being, but we were forced to hope against all the evidence, which, instead, told us that this was a big problem, from which we didn't quite know how we would come out, if and when, above all, perceiving ourselves damned alone, frightened and heartbroken. The terror of death snaked in our hearts. The TV exhorted us to hold on a little and a little more, until things had settled down, even though we didn't see a glimmer of light. We forced ourselves to be optimistic, so as not to perish. We had lost everything, we were prisoners, but we didn't realize it, and, with a prisoner state, it would have been appropriate to accept reality, seek peace and adjust to that order of things, even though we felt it was anomalous, since, apart from the command to stay at home, no other applicable strategies could be seen. We had lost our constitutional freedoms at that juncture and nobody knew the future. It was an alienating feeling to make bread and hope that a resolution of the problem could affect all of us, to lead us towards a bright future. World news told of a deadly pandemic, we were told to be very careful, even though it was really difficult to understand what was really happening all over the planet: we were only told that, if we hadn't been more than careful, we would all have died, after being intubated in some intensive care unit, in who knows which hospital. What we all felt was pure anguish. One morning, after having my coffee, with the effort to maintain my normality, which I have always had as an adult and which I really love, I began to read, but suddenly my thoughts were kidnapped by the presence, in my head, of some Chopin sounds. I hummed them. It was like hearing Richter at the piano playing that succession of notes, from some recording I had on a CD on my shelf. It was a strong sound image, so much so that I stopped reading that newspaper article. Then I went to the keyboard and played that romantic passage. That handful of notes was the opening of a masterpiece of Polish genius. It was intensely lyrical. When I was a teenager and I lived with my father, I studied transverse flute at the conservatory, I had the piano at home and I tried my hand at studying a Nocturne by Chopin, together with some Preludes and Fugues from Bach's "Well-Tempered Clavier", so I can say Strongly, from a young age, Chopin has been a part of my life, considering him the non plus ultra of piano literature. That morning, I played a few notes on the keyboard, reflected on them, savored them, and analyzed their construct. They already had in them, despite the small number of sounds, a wonderful musical atmosphere. I too wanted, in my new composition, that same density of Chopin, to fully express my state of mind, the condition of a man who wanted Humanity to smile carefree again. That pathos and that sublime evocative force were in me, I just had to represent them in a score, with beautiful signs, a process that is not always easy to activate. I yearned, in that fraction of time characterized by the lockdown, that my new music could overcome the physical limits of my home, to reach the home of my fiancée, whose absence I felt terribly, although the two of us made courage every evening on the phone , hoping that that nightmare would soon end and that, as if by magic, our existence full of dreams to be fulfilled, which had been brutally robbed, would be returned to us. After playing those notes, I already had a tonality in my head: D sharp minor. There was a Neapolitan sixth chord to start with, to feel close to Chopin's music that had given rise to my musical vision. I reasoned. I found the notes of that chordal agglomeration, in that tonality, which was so dear to me, having written very often, in recent years, in D sharp minor. I played them. I analyzed the deal. It was beautiful, its effect truly noble. I enriched it with a dissonant note, the seventh of the fundamental and I remained listening to its echo in the room, which immediately moved me to the sensation that this could have been the Incipit of a great new work, which today I bring to the attention of the world. I had a chord, which had been inspired by the great master of piano literature, having the intention of making that set of sounds a key chord. I wrote it, on the pentagram notebook, observing it in its apparent linearity. I got up to go and have a sip of coffee. I went back to my study and tried to continue that chord. Trying and trying again, I found three more chords, with one constant: the note of the soprano's voice should always be D sharp, to create a pedal, in the high register. So I wrote it all down and played out the sequence. I had before my eyes the origin of "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible". The piece was born with the succession of chords written for piano, but almost immediately I had the intuition of creating a symphonic piece, with those notes, which I entrusted to the strings. From there, then, I began to work vigorously on a piece that seemed really beautiful to me. At one point, after days of composition and labor limae, I considered the work finished and archived it, with the intention of listening to it again later. Months later, after coming back to my mind, I listened to it again and decided to enrich the fabric with new harmonic structures and even later I began to write a succession of pieces which, together with the first, "My lady' breast - Portrait of an invisible ”, could constitute a symphonic poem, which thus was born, in two and a half years of commitment, with the homonymous title of “My lady's breast”, divided into 6 parts. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is the original theme, the one resulting from the analysis of a Chopin chord, and bears the term "Invisible", because I, during the lockdown, felt without representation and was able to leverage only on myself and the love of my Partner. "My lady's breast - Second chance" is dedicated to rebirth. A man is born, then flourishes at the exact moment in which he realizes the importance of his life, transforming himself definitively. I experienced that juncture 15 years ago, when I met my partner. "My lady's breast - Ocean", was born from a reflection on how much this existence is a great sea. "My lady's breast - Althea, the center" is a hymn to the Care that interprets everything and heals everything. No man can live without implementing adequate care for those aspects of himself that make him suffer. Care is a sine qua non. "My lady's breast - Isle of Beauty", because love is the island of Beauty. “My lady's breast. Nihil. Hecatomb and Awakening”, however, is the conclusion. We are approaching value 0, to nothing, in a truly monstrous hecatomb, which kills people's psyches, but which, for many, has allowed them to awaken forever. Non-verifiable individuals, always attentive and alert, fight the charms of Power with intelligence, without ever coming to terms with the master of the Universe on duty, raising a new song towards the Beauty of life, which is the primary good of the existence of everyone. This symphonic poem intends to be revolutionary, militant, daring, for the future, for the people, for love… I have been writing for 15 years, ever since my Partner enabled me to have an inspiring Muse. I wish the world was a more just place, rather than a realm where inane ways thrive. The first piece of the sequence, entitled "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" bears the subtitle "The day", since the moment in which an invisible becomes a Person is day n. 1 of true existence, which begins with identity and love. The metronome indication is: “Andantino, with true passion. The moment of the revelation of one's true Self, in relationship with the other, bpm = 88". The subtitle "The day" represents the day in which you discover that you love someone unconditionally and that you are no longer alone. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" comes from a Neapolitan sixth chord and is conceived, in its THEME A, as a succession of 8 chordal clusters with a common note for the highest voice. THEME A is performed by 15 different voices. The common note in the highest voice is as if it were a leitmotiv, a leitmotiv, a melodic constant. The piece lasts min. 19:46 and is a modular construction. THEME A and its subsequent transformations are of an elegiac nature, they communicate the nostalgia of the distance from the loved object, they are full of pathos, since they intend to communicate an all-encompassing adherence to the musical score, and represent a communication that takes place in a low voice, in a world of din. The dynamics, from pianissimo to forte, guarantee a myriad of different colors, which allow the sounds to be colorful. The harmonies intend to communicate a mood of longing. It is the orchestral work that best represents me, in its progression. I think I've become a better person since the first lockdown, why? Because now my eyes are open and it can't scare me to see the bottom of the abyss, hoping that this Humanity will find the way to feel good and be happy, loving what one does and dedicating oneself to one's passions, since we are all on the move, trying to find the best way to live all as brothers.

​I have read a lot, in recent years characterized by the pandemic, to understand what we were experiencing, since the extent of the events we were facing almost immediately appeared to me as a watershed and I felt the urgency to understand what were the dominant dynamics of the events, although I felt that something, in the analysis, was escaping me. I informed myself, looking for reliable sources, that it seemed to me that they refused to communicate lies. The more I read, the more I became convinced that it all centered around a big lie, designed to drive people out of their minds and enslave them. I convinced myself that a whole series of small daily lies would then derive from a great lie, to subvert the natural order of existence of individuals and establish a new world order, which no longer had anything human. Every day, still today, a fog is spread that does not allow you to see beyond. They intoxicate us every day. Every day, of this lie, we die, for a thousand different reasons, not least the loss of meaning that many people feel, making them suffer. I'm not in a position to know what people want, but I think they want to live well, cultivate their passions, see the good fruit of their work and live in harmony with people to love, but there is a malevolent force that this does not want to allow it. This perfidious power is the sum of all the evil-minded intelligences we have on the planet, endowed with all sorts of power, from economic to military, who have decided to march together towards a single great goal. They joined. They have common ends. They live to defeat humanity. We can't let them. Day after day, the possibilities for a healthy Revolution are diminishing, but this is the time to try to imagine another type of system capable of guaranteeing people a dignified life. There will be no second half of the game. The individuals against whom we must create a peaceful revolution are unsolved beings, who can no longer be recovered. Theirs is a very serious psychosis, they only know power relations, they do evil, they hate. Yeah, they hate us. They hate the possibility that a person has of living happily even with little. They want to destroy that perspective on life. A ray of light is enough to pierce the darkness. We must be that portion of light. Evil men have always existed, but they cannot be left with the choice to decide the fate of humanity. They have lost their mind. They are ugly and potentially devastating people. They don't have to win. Mankind is under attack. The pieces move patiently along the surface of the board, but we know what's good and good. We question ourselves when the message of a lie reaches us and we have the strange sensation that that information is false, even though we still don't have a rational construct that confirms its mendacity. Very often, time and analysis attest to how much that was really a lie, which hurts, distracts us from our true goals, poisons. We have always recognized the Good. We all know how different a slap is from a caress. We must not let in evil, which creeps into our minds causing sickness and despair. There are too many people already suffering from this psychopandemic. They hate us, yes, that's true. They hate us because we represent a possible life. A dream come true. The journey of a Humanity that can be happy, for its ability to go further. Create. To imagine. To build. This is a realm of Beauty. The Earth is beautiful. Every child born is a work of art. We can't leave everything in the hands of lunatics. A dying society is judged by the decadence of its customs, and here we have already gone further. This magnificent West of the profit god of everything will collapse. It is always the same intrapsychic war between good and evil. It is celebrated every day, in everyone's mind. If they win, Humanity will live in the darkness of evil forever. The stakes are very high. It is our own life and that of our children and grandchildren. I think they have underestimated us, with their sensational means of information. I think they can't know the tenderness of a grandmother who looks after her grandchild and this will be their biggest mistake, because love cannot be bought. The innocent look of a girl walking with her boyfriend cannot be traded for all the money in the world. The smile that a father has when she writes to his distant son cannot be undone. They are shrewd, but they have no emotional intelligence or empathy and when faced with an act of unconditional love, they simply do not understand. They believe that everything can be bought, but true humanity is not for sale. Many of us have seen evil. It is a perverted polymorphous monster that devours. You can't feed it. It would be our last mistake. No one could have imagined at the beginning of 2019 that an emergency like that of Covid would be unleashed globally. The way they have handled it is criminal. Their intentions were criminal. Their pathological plan. They want to take everything away from us. Now they also tell us to eat insects. They enjoy playing with our lives, which, to them, have no value. How many people are sick because of this situation… The deadly disease is despair and they are leveraging that. Their tools of persuasion have refined over time, becoming very fine, the result of unparalleled cunning. They have seduced the greedy, with the tale of easy riches, the myth of the American dream, misleading minds. They are now in a strong position, but the other side of the world is waking up. Only Westerners remain under hypnosis. It's a war. This is a time of great growth. I myself believe that I have left some positions in my life, to reach a broader, more beautiful vision. I write not to forget. I want to remember what I have learned from this worldwide carnage, which drives people crazy, with the risk of never recovering it. Today the children went to school. It is for them that we fight. A human being knows when he is well. His body communicates it to her, his mind communicates it to her with beautiful thoughts. All this cannot end. This Humanity cannot finish. This journey must continue. A healthy society would isolate the unresolved, perhaps forcing them to take care of themselves. Here, however, in full delirium, insane individuals rule the world upside down, where the healthy get sick and have to heal themselves and the psychotics lord it over. We are very far from being a just, fair, upright society. It is that the charms of darkness are persuasive and seduce many. They should be forced to be treated, yes. Exempt from any public office. Placed in a position not to harm anyone, instead they lead the nations, with an increasingly distorted and dystopian narrative. I am the cancer of humanity, now in metastasis. Every day, a baker makes bread. He does it with love. He does it because his is an indispensable job. Every day, a musician wakes up and plays his technique hour. He does it because his work is indispensable. Every day, a teacher teaches the children, hoping to ignite the spark of curiosity and knowledge in them. These things are not for sale. They waged war on us. It is in us the ability to stand out against this pandemonium. We are Humanity and we have many resources. We cannot give in to a plan to exterminate intelligence. They want to take everything away from us. It has nothing to do with money, with boundless power, it's something to do with the blind desire for control: they must be able to determine what people do. What does he see. What does it eat. How do you dress. In this sense they have an inordinate hunger and that's where they want to go. Total control is already in place. They see us as unthinking subjects. They see us as slaves. Only we can oppose with our intelligence. Our creativity. Our enchanted thoughts turned to Beauty… And to think that our planet is a constant source of inspiration, we are surrounded by Pulcriditude, we feel it flowing through our veins. We cannot abandon the field. We cannot resign ourselves. We can't stop hoping that something wonderful will happen. Humanity, in moments of maximum desperation, has always had the courage to get up. We can march together towards the goal of a finally healthy society. We have the right. No one can take it away from us. I write to remind myself where I came from and where I'm going. I write so as not to forget the path that has brought us here. I write to love the ever-present possibility of being able to be new, keeping the station erect and observing the world with a clean eye. I couldn't do anything else. I don't want to do anything else. I am a singer. Hymn to Beauty, which is inherent in a mother's caress for her child. They want us unhappy. Depressed, sick, in body and mind. We can't let them. I want to live well. By making choices that produce my own good and that of the people around me. I want to live. There are many like me in the world. A healthy world awaits us. What are we waiting for to run towards him? Let us not be influenced: we already know what is right to do. Let's do it, every day, as soon as you wake up, grateful to have one more day to pay homage to the Beauty that permeates everything. I'm confident. I will not stop wishing the younger generation the best. A healthy world is already in our minds, let's build it together now!

​Over the past three years, people have been subjected to the greatest brainwashing in history. None of us could have guessed the extent of the events that were looming at the beginning of 2019. We were all unaware, and each of us tried not to end up in the jaws of the darkest tragedy. There have always been problems, I remember trying to analyze them several times, but what was looming then was a situation of unheard-of gravity. They announced the arrival of a potentially lethal virus, for the whole world, after declaring that it would not affect the whole world. Shops closed. Restaurants. Bar. We were incredulous wondering how it was possible. The world was no longer a safe place, although, in a nutshell, it never was. The TV drummed on our minds with information about COVID, the deadly new disease. We were all disoriented. State measures disrupted families. I was forced not to see my fiancée for months. It was all senseless. The only thing that kept me balanced was what was repeated to us until exhaustion and that was that everything would be resolved and we would soon return to hug our closest family members. It didn't go like this: that was the description of the new normal, the post-COVID one would certainly be different from the one we were used to and in doing so they made us slide into an abyss, with no longer the possibility of going back. We resisted. Then the vaccines arrived, acclaimed, with great pomp, as the saviors of the homeland are acclaimed. And that too was a big deception, the central one of the narrative. We are living in the era of global lies, in the era of the coincidence of opposites, in the era of schizophrenia of states, which have now passed from COVID to war, their old and everlasting passion. A handful of evil minds run the world. Nothing good is to be expected from these gentlemen. We can only bring our smiles to the square. Our flags. Our human warmth, which Lord Lords no longer know. In the last three years, people have been put to the test, from all points of view, however there is one very little addressed by Television: the psychological one. It wasn't easy losing your job. Talk to your family about health care choices. Losing, perhaps, one's partner, for economic reasons or as a couple. All this killed Psyche. It's not true that we came out better. We came away with broken bones, in a seamless spiral of traumas that have been grafted onto each other. It's not true that everything would have gone well. It all went wrong. It seems that smiling is almost forbidden. I had her, who means everything again and I really don't know how I would have done without her love. Everything didn't go well, as the drawings hanging on the balconies described and we are no better. An insane hatred has taken possession of many, who were already used to giving birth to ideas of death and destruction. There has been no growth. Evolution, just a wild idea of adaptation to an eternal present of deprivation and mourning. We haven't all been better, on the contrary, many have brought out the worst, feeding on poison and becoming poison themselves. Theirs was a perfect project aimed at leading Humanity to despair, in order to better dominate it and they are succeeding. Healthy forces seem lost. They are hiding in some safe place to resist the attacks of this new world order. Those who have realized the strategy do not let it penetrate their lives. There are those who manage to love each other, despite everything and these are the most revolutionary. They abandoned us, after causing us the trauma. Like the torturers do, who first torture you and then leave you there bloodless. The beings that rule the world are absolute evil, but if you are silent, you will hear music coming from your depths and speak to you of victory. I don't think they will win. They will try, of course, they bet their entire career on achieving the objectives of this process, but they will collide with the desire of a grandmother to see her grandson grow up peacefully, with the poignant love of a girl who is looking for her boyfriend among the crowd, with the certainties that two individuals have who have chosen each other for life, after so many years together. Theirs is an alienating project, many have attempted it before them, but not on such a large scale, only that Humanity cannot be alienated, it is in its code. You can make us suffer, but we will always remember the joy of a walk in the sun. They won't win. Humanity should never have been led to this crevasse, from which to observe the boundless space of the abyss, because the problems already existed before and we tried to live as best we could. The damage to the Psyche of the People was reckless and malevolent. Maybe someone is already trying to heal those wounds with interpretive intelligence and affection. Someone, for sure, has already lost and it is not said that they come back to themselves. We are witnessing the end of an era, that of the opulence of the West and they want to take us to slaughter, but they may have made an error of assessment, because People are not stupid and many have understood the little game. I will always be on the side of the least, because that has always been my place in the world.

My lady’s breast


​We were in lockdown at the time. I was alone, at home, thinking of my Woman, who couldn't join me, even though we lived a few kilometers away. It was a really difficult moment, I know now, but while we were living it, supported by the insinuating propaganda of the TV, which told us to be quiet and know how to wait, because our sacrifices would not have been in vain, I made myself strong, phoning my loved ones and dedicating myself to my passions. That was the juncture in which the new Tyranny took office, now it is clear: everyone at home, recluse, without social contacts, sad, making biscuits and bread. It was there that my thoughts took flight, coming from her who has given new meaning to my life: my Partner. So I began to reflect on the value of her wonderful breasts and I came to the conclusion that I had to place the world of emotions and thoughts that it aroused in me in a score. Thus she was born "My lady's breast". In that period everything was so confused that, if armed with analytical skills and critical sense, one could not believe a single word in the media. In fact, it would later be discovered that they were all blatantly lying. The great machination was in motion. I was with my people, the dissidents, I could do nothing but clean the windows of my windows and call my fiancée. There, in those moments, hoping that the pandemic would not last long, as the newspapers said, I raised my gaze towards Beauty, deciding to paint, with sounds, the amazement of an embrace that could not exist yet, the grace of a smile, that was only in memory and the warmth of hands that find you, warm, loving and healthy. My Partner couldn't be there with me, but I could describe her memory of her voice, always so loving and sinuous, the way she drinks her coffee in the morning, how she smiles at an unexpected surprise. We didn't know it, even the best informed couldn't have revealed it, but in those days a regime of terror was being established. A police state. A legalized scam to deceive all the peoples of the West, which, for some time, was no longer rich. So I made an effort to imagine how nice the meeting with my partner would be. How wonderful it would have been to hear the sound of her little feet moving around the house. I wrote how much I missed, in every way, not to perish. Now I know: at that time they were killing all our legitimate aspirations. We were all in jail, with no escape. The state, which until then, had tolerated us as anomalies, we who never believed the lies of the system, was now hitting us, in our constitutional rights, and was winning hands down. For a certain historical phase, the institutions had pretended to put up with us, with our revolutionary charge. At that precise moment, however, it was established that the different should be affected, in their ability to support themselves, in their affections, in their desire to live happily despite a blindly indifferent state. They appealed to man's most atavistic fear, that of dying. There was death everywhere. Television broadcast scenes of sickness and death at any hour of the day or night, bulletins of deaths rolled out like news from a football field. We were trapped. The only beautiful thought of my day was to talk to those I love. Listen to their voices. Dreaming of a reunion. Thus was born "My lady's breast", "The breast of my partner", in the struggle between good and evil, between life and death, not wanting to resign to an unhealthy idea of the world. Hoping for a new kiss. We didn't quite know what they were doing to us. We were disoriented. The extent of what was happening was greater than the darkness that our analytical skills could perceive, even though dissonant signals were arriving from many quarters for those who were searching for the truth. We were all trapped, yes, but some were trying to figure out what the real dominant dynamics were to take into account. We lived suspended. Our existence was in hibernation and no one could have told us clearly how long that agony would last. It was a trickle. The newspapers poured out death numbers, with an empathy of 0. We were told that there was nothing left for us to do but stay indoors. So I decided to plan my typical day: I would do the household chores, I would compose that piece that seemed beautiful to me right from the start. One morning I was alone at home, noise far from the building, the beginning of a Chopin ballad came to mind. Reflexes. I too wanted, for my score, something that would have an effect similar to that of the Polish genius in that composition. I started improvising on the keyboard. A few notes, the certainty of the desired effect: a particular chord, to which I had added a sound, to create a sensation of harmonic motion. I played the construct several times. I immediately went to my desk to write it. I knew, at that precise moment, that I had something precious in my hands. I stayed a few seconds listening to those sounds. They were beautiful. They smelled of the desire I had for my Partner. I felt satisfied. That was my way of not perishing under the ax of a system designed to hate men, annihilate them and enslave them. This state and the West do not love us. They disguised their true nature for decades after the end of the Second World War, but now they have come out into the twisted spiral of Capital that needs headless subjects. They do not have a personal and social realization project for us. They don't want us happy, but afraid and conditionable. At the end of the morning, to that truly beautiful chord, I added other harmonies, played them carefully on the keyboard and began to observe the avenue from the window. There was no one around: a ghostly sight. Now I know that everything they did to us was deeply wrong. Criminal. Absurd and in the absurd you cannot find meaning, you can only cultivate your own internal world in the hope of being able to get better soon. I thought of my partner, who was always with me, although the only way to be with her was the evening phone call. We were not prepared for the establishment of terror. No one was, not even the most pessimistic, since what was happening was truly monstrous. It was all illogical. None of us could have understood, because that sort of psychosis of theirs escapes the understanding capacity of a human being seeking health. They told us there was a terrible disease and that we would die. We were all distressed. Everyone, then, appealed to their own strength so as not to end badly. I thought of my companion, she was my happy thought. "My lady's breast" was taking shape. Little by little, I developed the structure, which, from the few notes played on the keyboard, was becoming an orchestral piece. Capital is generated with the contribution of sociopathic minds and the obedience of the majority. Now he wants everything and he will take everything if we let him. They entered people's bodies. They have achieved the ultimate form of submission. I know this now. Back then, while we were living that delirium, I didn't know it and I tried to leverage my tension to want to feel good. "My lady's breast" was born like this, between the fear dictated by an unreal situation and the certainty of a strong love that would not leave me, because real people are the ones who don't leave. I continued to compose in those days. I was delighted while I did it, thrilled at the idea of giving voice to the noblest feeling I had in my body, wondering what my Partner would say listening to it. I am a singer. I sing of a possibility that man has of being able to be happy, despite the pitfalls. I believe it. I have believed it for fifteen years, ever since my Partner re-meaned me. "My lady's breast" is the song of thanksgiving of a human being towards the emotional intelligence that made him capable of loving, working and living. "My lady's breast" fits perfectly into the "New Era of Light" artistic movement, since it celebrates love, which is a sine qua non. This tyranny wants us to forget love. The respect due to otherness. Diversity as a source of wealth and growth, to condemn us to a dark future. We need light. You need intelligence. Of clarity. Of sincerity. There is a war going on. They moved it to all of humanity. If we lose, all the people lose. We won't get up again. "My lady's breast" is the anthem of a man who adores his partner, and is an archetype. The love that resignifies everything, the love that heals everything, the love that interprets everything, with intelligence and wisdom. This piece is meant to be an invitation not to get lost. To remain tetragonal. To resist, because better days will come, new Beauty will show us the way. I believe it. I don't want to resign myself to the grossest stupidity that has been nursed by the system for the last thirty years. "My lady's breast" is the song of a revolutionary, an exile, one who has never felt represented by Coca Cola advertising. They are killing the man. His intelligence and depth. His impulses and dreams of him. The aspiration to become beautiful and live healthily with one's fellow humans. I walked away from everything. I don't fit into any category. If it weren't for my partner, I would be completely alone. "My lady's breast" is a constant thanks to the one who made my existence possible, loving me unconditionally. The piece of music has become part of a symphonic poem, which bears the same title: "My lady's breast" and I intend to bring it to life, without abandoning it in some drawer of my study. I have thought a lot, in these years of pandemic. I discovered a state insensitive to people's problems. A master state that demands the genuflection of its servants. We can save ourselves. The New Era of Light awaits us. We can do it. There is no alternative, otherwise they will build a world of automatons and reign forever. "My lady's breast" wants to be an invitation to use emotional intelligence, empathy, respect. They caused us trauma. Legal. Nationalized. Global. People deserve the possibility of self-determination, which has been killed by a totalitarian regime capable of making the lives of those who have not aligned themselves a hell. It's time to rebel. Revolution can also be made between the spaces of a pentagram, I know this and this always heartens me, especially when all seems lost, in a spiral of nonsense that has already made many people fall into the loss of their highest faculties, in pain and mourning. Love, the struggle for one's healthy identity, respect for the other, feeling part of a whole, are part of the progress of humanity, which, otherwise, is lost. A man must have all these resources in order to be truly happy. Otherwise, he is doomed to suffering, which is the real enemy of the Beauty of the human tribe. I have been observing people for many years. Some have achieved psycho-physical well-being, others not. Some have awakened from their slumber. Others are still dormant, but you can't live in hibernation forever. We need an awakening. Many are seeing the lies of the system. They are questioning and documenting. Others will follow the herd. Nothing can be done about it. They are lost. I just wish I could live my life without someone telling me what to do. Capital has been at a standstill for a while, now he has raised his head and demands blind obedience. His grip, in these pandemic years, has been deadly. "My lady's breast" is an act of rebellion on a pentagram, which does not want to resign itself to the idea that the world is going to hell. "My lady's breast" is what I felt at that time, what I see now and what I hope for everyone's future. The cure would be there waiting for those who want it. There would be a way for everyone to feel good together. The will for change can only throb in our veins. We decide which direction the world should take every day, making choices towards goodness. This world isn't doomed yet. It will become so if we all don't care and let the men of darkness act, who are tireless and methodical. We can't give up. "My lady's breast" is the vision of a possible world, in the New Age of Light, to come, waiting for us, like a loving mother. I hope this music can reach the heart of those who are searching for the Truth, since we are made of love.

1.

I repeat your name,
with force,
and I whisper it to the world,
which is dissociated,
It no longer sees Beauty,
and it longs to kill,
coming to the splitting of the ego.
I see your face,
among many,
so close to mine,
in a hug,
that smells of sanity and joy.

CHORUS

TV breastfeeds human beings,
with the poison of the rulers,
enemies of people,
who want to erase any form of intelligence,
on this planet.
We will resist,
opening a path.
Beauty will show us the way.

2. 

​States lie,
on too many things,
and people are confused,
because they no longer know who to believe.
This twenty-first century is not easy.
Many challenges await us,
and we must stand firm and strong,
not to go crazy.
Let's try to find the light!
We cannot have a more beautiful experience.
We look for the other,
which means us again.
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