As if by magic

"To the men of science, who saved Humanity from darkness, often opposed, so much so that they became "Martyrs of Truth," like Dr. Giuseppe De Donno"


Andantino, heartfelt, intimate, thanks to the process of individuation


It closed, behind us, a summer that saw me reflecting, writing and composing relative to my ability to understand the wonderful identity of my Companion, to be able to love her seamlessly. I wrote about a Child who cast out the past, rendering it harmless. I have written about a Little Girl who identified herself over time, becoming a Woman, and finally I am here proclaiming my Love to the eternal Girl who resignified me, helped identify me and supported me, in the most difficult moments, without ever growing tired of me. After 15 years of relationship, I can say that I truly love my Companion, since I see her in the vast complexity of her architecture of thought, her world of affection and her deepest feelings. Now I am happy. Now I can live. Now I can dance with reality. Yesterday I thought that although the world is on fire, and echoes of monstrous bombs are everywhere, a Person, if he really wants to, can be in harmony with himself and with others. As if by magic, I discovered my strength. My center. As if by magic because indeed it has been a long journey, I must say quite beautiful, leading me to resignify myself, give myself a name and celebrate the beauty of the cosmos together with my Companion. I do not forget anyone. Everyone taught me something I did not know. My Woman believed in me when I was invisible. This is the prodigy and she saw me beautiful when I was wounded and battered. Today there is an extreme need for Healing. The world is sick, has long been in severe decompensation and will die if we do not heal it. I believe anything is possible, really. Because I have passed through a narrow and fearful road, making my growth and revelation possible, I believe it is possible that every human being can heal, because if one thing happens to one Person, then it can happen to everyone. Growth. Abandon one's condition of destructiveness. To do this takes a lot of dedication. Abnegation. The first results can be seen right away. "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind" is a powerful whisper in sounds. It is a song of an ancient chorus. It is the hope that we do not let go of the worst, which may never end. This composition is something I have been working on recently, but it blends with other music that I have been writing since July 2023, and, in my mind, they already constitute a quadriptych to be considered as a single work entitled: "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind." ​It is a work about the end of a time and the meager yet mighty hope that to open may be another time, new, happy, just, for all. There is a mind of the world, quite dangerous. It is the mind of the universal masters, who have no problem sending peoples to war. It is that mind that is the enemy of Humanity. I am grateful for the precious gifts I have received from life. I am grateful because I can love. Embrace. Dream. I am also curious to see how the history of Humanity may turn out. Will there be the end of one time and the beginning of another new better one in a New Age of Light? I truly hope so from the bottom of my heart. We are all a great poem, which attentive eyes will be able to read, to whisper how beautiful we are. Mankind truly deserves to be able to live in harmony. I have been advocating this for at least 15 years, ever since I began to see a glimmer even for me, who was a mess. This composition is an anthem. There is Love and war in it, as it testifies today. There is hope in it. The Beauty of an encounter. The enchantment of a kiss stolen from one's Woman who turns and smiles at you, making you feel at home. Life is too beautiful, to throw it away, because every morning, when we wake up, we have the opportunity to experience the Universe in our hands... And I am grateful...

The desire to be well leads People to their own full realization.

​Sometimes I think that although the world may be on fire, with deafening echoes of war, a Person can still be at peace with himself and others.

​Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind.

This composition is for a large ensemble and mixes sounds of the symphony orchestra with those of Rock, along with a chorus of voices. It is the result of 12 days of composing, labor limae and chisel work, concluded this morning, Nov. 13, with the processing of the audio data. "Heal Me from the Darkness of the World's Mind" combines a theme of love, with which I intended to represent the tension of a man's feeling toward his Healing Companion, with a theme of war, which is not merely the war on the battlefields, but the war that goes on every day in our heads, between wanting to destroy everything and loving, between devastation and longing for a life in the light, between harmonies and songs, authentic acts of momentum toward Otherness and the desire to do good. Every human being is called to undertake his or her own process of Individuation, as Jung skillfully theorized. We are all on the path toward our most authentic selves, and if we could embrace and merge with it, this world would surely be a more peaceful place. 

​Today I inaugurate a sequence of short stories about what I am composing from the beginning of last summer to the present. The world is in need of care and desirable healing because it is sick and so its life does not work. The backbone of these compositions, which together create a quadriptych, is Jung's concept of "Individuation." If we were all intent on our own process of individuation, the world would certainly be healthier. Peaceful. A wonderful place. Here above is the first orchestral fragment of the first piece of music, a composition with which I hope people will find their own path, individuate themselves and no longer wage war against each other.

​Today I have concluded a piece on healing, entitled "Heal me," since we do not heal from evil alone, but rather within the dynamic of human relationship, with a You who is able to interpret us and live us in a healthy way. By reading us, the other places before us the image of a human being that is us, in continuous search of well-being, able to feel good and to sustain the realization of being able to say we are finally on axis, after that storm that, some more than others, has torn us all apart, resulting in a state of chaos whose ultimate goal has always been to make us lose control and throw us into the arms of endless pain. "Heal me" is, instead, a hymn to that which heals. That which vivifies. That which makes one glad to proceed along one's path.

The little girl walked the streets of her town, hand in hand with her daddy. She was happy. She grew up healthy. She was alert and curious. She interpreted what happened to her. She created relationships among the dynamics. She became a wonderful girl and came to know the evil that men do to themselves and other men, for a sadistic taste of hurting and acclaiming themselves as winners. She fled in horror. She did not want to witness that scabrous and indecent spectacle. She opened herself to the world, even though that bitter awareness of a disbanded Humanity, lusting to kill the thought of the different and creative, was seeping into her soul. She transformed herself into Woman. She learned the art of healing each other's wounds.

She became a Woman, and waited for her own destiny to be fulfilled. Her eyes had seen the evil, the devastation, the horrifying scenario of human beings who, unable to take care of someone, prefer to destroy him or her, in order to propose to the world the ever-changing image of a human race that mows down thought, kills the unconscious reasons of the suffering, humiliates diversity, in order to proclaim itself King of who knows what kingdom, above an endless desert, which tells of death and overpowering. The Woman discovered that she was a healer. First she healed herself of the poison of a sick society. She isolated herself. She rediscovered the satisfaction of growing a plant in the garden, with the love she would have liked to give to a man who could read and love her. One day she met a warrior, who, like her, had fled his own war, and the two loved each other. She healed him, healing his wounds. He saw her in her boundless beauty as a princess and decided that he would never abandon her. The two went on their own path, observing, from afar, the chaos generated by evil, which was sickening so many men and women around the world. This is the story of a Healer, who saved a warrior, to live with him forever, in harmony.

​Some people were awakening. Some people were beginning to no longer believe true the narrative of evil, which was spreading at all hours of the day and night in all the cities of the Earth. The Healer and her Warrior waited, full of confidence, for all mankind to wake up and reject evil, to stop letting it enter their homes. It was a war. An intrapsychic conflict, which was celebrated within one's own mind, between a force that craved the destruction of humankind and another that instead wished to love and live in peace with all. The Healer was living her own harmony. He looked at her full of admiration. He could not have loved anyone else. She had made him happy. Free. She had given him his own dimension of sanity after the war, and, from that day, the warrior dared to touch happiness with a finger, even though outside their home, chaos was waiting for them. The Healer knew how to love. He was a glow in the illune night. He would follow her to the ends of the earth, since he trusted her blindly. She would never expose him to danger. He would never betray her, remaining faithful to her forever in a form of all-encompassing loyalty.

​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.

​​Today I entrust the fruit of two years of work to the great father of waters: "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible", born during the lockdown, when I could not see my partner. A long time has passed and many things have changed in my life. Above all, now I see, whereas before my vision was darkened by a series of impediments. Yeah, now I don't trust anyone anymore. I only believe in the goodness of the actions of my partner and my son. This piece arises from the analysis of a Chopin chord agglomeration, in a Ballade by him and takes its first steps as a succession of 4 chords for piano, subsequently transformed into a fabric for strings. At times it has an elegiac tone, which conveys nostalgia for the loved one, but it is full of feelings and thoughts supported by the unshakeable hope of a reunion. I will present this piece at a Competition for Composers, in August. I am proud of my work. I am grateful to life, since I have a special Person next to me. Everyone should have a loving bosom that is his home. Everyone should have the chance to become a Person, after being invisible in the eyes of the system, who has never wanted the good of people. We have to rebel. It is a categorical imperative that we should not disregard. Today the Pandemic, which caused mental illness, is over, but the responsibilities of the rulers are still there and justice is being demanded in a healthy way. This passage was written with attention, dedication, it is my song of love towards the Person who has given me new meaning, giving me pure joy and peace. In the end, Humanity has always been on the road, between ruinous falls and sublime triumphs, we will make it this time too, but the good will of most is needed for an adequate reconstruction of society, which today is in very serious conditions, like a dying. The composition is full of emotions, given by 15 years of life together with She who knows and wants to feel good. I am the singer, with my means. My ability to see and analyze those internal layers of life which, if not listened to, remain unresolved for life, causing infernal mourning, has led me to affirm that this West is extremely ill, being necessary a treatment full of interpretative intelligence and full of pathos. In the West they made us all ill: the Pandemic was only the final blow. I often wonder what the solution could be. I believe that each of us has the right to healthy love. A Companion, a companion who makes us love our existence, doesn't want to distort us and helps us to move towards our best Identity. I see pain, all around. Confusion. Loss. Love is the answer. The love that interprets everything, rigorously, and heals everything, including the ugliest wounds. I was invisible and I became my Partner's Person, the one with whom she decided to live. Power does not love. She has never loved. Power subjugates. He cheats. It leverages power relationships, but it doesn't love. We have to protect ourselves. I chose not to join this criminal design 15 years ago, when I met the one who would become my Muse. Now I have the right to live. I have the right to do well. I have the right to love. This composition is symphonic and conveys a hope: we can all build a kingdom of Beauty that shows us the way. The path has been known since ancient times and whispers to the hearts of men, narrating the story of the individual who cannot be reduced to a servant of the powerful. This piece wants to communicate love and has many different colors inside. It's a story. The amazement of those who, after a long storm, are welcomed by loving hands that take care of them, feed them and watch over them. I feel like a very lucky man. Finally, I can decide what to do good in my life, for whom and how. This composition is a hymn to Beauty, without which I wouldn't know where I would have been. I want to say that life offers us countless possibilities once we leave the path of toxic ways and destructive people. I don't want to go back. I too want my life to be Beauty, and I really believe I have the right to do so.

​Fifteen years have passed since I first met the one who would become my Muse. This has been, up until now, the most significant era of my life, ever. There are many images of the two of us together, in many different places, from the mountains to the sea, with moods that moved from peace to joy, in the growing awareness of how much we had a duty to defend ourselves from what did not belong to us. There are too many things in today's life that tend to undermine our serenity, like the pitfalls of a world that has shown itself to be increasingly cruel. I have written a lot in these fifteen years. In 2021 I started composing "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible", a symphonic music, which I will now send to a Composition Competition. I have worked on this piece several times and I am satisfied with the result, because the piece has been studied in every detail, with attention and dedication. It has been a feat to compose it, since, in full lockdown, I wrote the first four chords for strings, after reflecting on the beauty of a Chopin chordal agglomeration. Now I wish for this music to take flight and leave its nest. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is a love song, sometimes elegiac in tone but full of hope. There is the nostalgia of a man who loves his woman and cannot reach her because of the rules of a barbaric state. He is an individual who praises the breast of his beloved as the home of her life. casket. Abode of the soul, through which to become a splendid butterfly. I have thought a lot in these last 3 years since the pandemic began and I have come to the conclusion that it is my duty to protect the people dear to me, since there is no more noble mission in my life. The piece communicates many sensations to me, it is stately and contains a series of thoughts in music, which the listener will be free to recognize. This is probably the piece of music from which my identity as a researcher of truth and virtuosity emerges proudly. The breast of the Muse is a symbol: it represents the certain landing place after the storm, because we have all experienced one that we have left behind to be reborn more beautiful and creative. Outside, a world doomed to extinction is raging, cannon fire is heard, but a child's desire to want to play remains intact. I have written about many issues, the most important seems to me the centrality of the Psyche, the respect due to it, the long march to get to help the most beautiful flowers in the garden which, due to the ferocity of a murderous system, get sick and are in danger of dying. I am a lucky man because, after the storm, I was given the opportunity to hug a wonderful woman who decided never to leave me. This music is for her. We should all have a Muse. We should all walk in the footsteps of creativity, rejecting, with disdain, all that is not human and kills. I am almost 50 years old. I have the right to live as I want, in joy, seeking all the opportunities such as to elevate my Person to make me a human being who knows well that there is only one great superior good: the balance and harmony of psychic life. We live governed by split, very dangerous individuals, but we cannot leave it up to them to decide what is right for humanity. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is a poem in sounds, with which a man destined to be invisible, thanks to the love of his Woman, has become a Person.