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.
​

A few days ago, in a Facebook group that I follow carefully, a boy posted a photo he took of a page of an ancient music manual he is studying. It was an excerpt from a Greek tragedy by Euripides, "Orestes". The piece in question, reworked by a musicologist, derives from an Egyptian papyrus found some time ago and illustrates 7 verses of the tragedy, from number 338 to number 344. I carefully observed the photo of his book. I was immediately intrigued by the metric signs of the verses and the indications underlining that some notes should be altered by a quarter tone. Then, starting from the photograph of the book, I did a search to see the original papyrus and I observed it with love, because that is a 2400-year-old work of art, dated 408 BC. I just had to get to work. The idea was to start from the melody of the choir to create a series of harmonies to accompany it. I transcribed the notes. I saw how, in certain passages, there were the interventions of a hypothetical woodwind instrument, which I noted in the score. I then respected the Greek meter of words. The harmonization was born spontaneously, without too much effort, and I'm really happy about this. Thirteen intense bars, like the text that the choir sings, which begins with a "I grieve". The full text of the 7 lines of the tragedy “Orestes” is: “I grieve, I grieve - Your mother's blood drives you wild. Great prosperity among mortals is not lasting: upsetting it like the sail of a swift sloop some higher power swamps in the rough doom-waves of fearful toils, as of the sea". These words struck me, making me think. We are all fragile, but we can know the wonders of the Universe and of life, which flows inside, around, above and below us, guided by Beauty, which is everywhere. The wisdom of those verses influenced me in choosing the sounds to write in the score. They are words about the indeterminacy of men's destiny, the similarity of the boat amidst the imperious waves of the sea is effective. Since then, since these words were consigned to a papyrus 2400 years ago, the human condition has not changed. We are all boats prey to the most terrible storms and our prosperity always seems illusory and ephemeral, and maybe it really is. With these thoughts, I composed my 13 bars of music, to honor the classical Greek world of which I feel like a child. There have been many reshuffles in the drafting, stylistic choices to be made, a formal structure to be determined, in this work of mine. In the end, the ensemble, which I formed, is composed of: a flute, an oboe, the choir, violins I, violins II, violas and cellos. I didn't find it appropriate to add anything else. It seemed to me that the ensemble worked like this. I'm satisfied. I find what I have composed beautiful and I am moved by the idea of ​​having given new life to a work of art from 408 BC. Clearly, all the decisions taken during this work of composition are personal, but I was interested in hearing what a fragment of more than two millennia ago had to say today. We are all heirs of the Greeks here in the West… The musical part is over. I won't go back to it. This composition moved slowly, between doubts and uncertainties, and in the end, I am convinced of the goodness of my work, characterized by freedom and the pursuit of good taste. No one knows how the original music of the tragedy sounded, not even musicologists, so my interpretation is free and based on the firm points of the reconstruction made by the author of the book from which this fragment was taken. It was very nice to taste the sounds written in 408 BC.! It was an immersion in the Beauty of a world that no longer exists, but has left indelible marks of a highly advanced civilization… I like my 13 measures and my Partner also found them beautiful, which filled my heart of joy, since I write for you, inspiring Muse and wonderful Woman. It is 1 minute of music, dense, rich, harmonious, as I imagine the music that accompanied the shows of ancient Greece to have been. The use of quarter tones questioned me deeply, but in the end I chose not to use them, for reasons of harmony. The music bears a subtitle: "I grieve", since this is the first verse of the 7. My minute of Greek music allows me to fly to where I have been, on an island in front of Chalkidiki, to look out again on that balcony to admire the vastness of the sea that welcomes the first ray of the sun and lights up after the dark of the night. I give this music of mine to everyone, may it be a messenger of beauty and grace. Today I'm posting a video presentation, with my music, inspired by the tragedy of Euripides, "Orestes", and graphic reworking of my partner, Bozzoli Marinella. There is the photo of the papyrus with the verses of the Greek author and a photo from NASA, "The Pillars of Creation". At the end the inscription appears: "... And from the experiences the sounds were born"...
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This work, "Signify", is an EP. I've worked on it for a long time. It's the consequence of what I'm processing in this period. ​"Signify" is a work on the act of signifying, which is so important to us humans. It is an EP that consists of 5 songs, within which there are 2 songs: "With your mouth wide open" and "Now I can see You". These are songs that have engaged me very intensely: their drafting proceeded linearly, although it was full of observations and reflections on my part. The first piece is an "Intro", an Introduction. The second piece is a piece for solo piano. The third piece is a song with which I raise a hymn to Love that heals everything and resignifies everything. The second song, "Now I can see You" represents that moment in which we realize the Beauty of the other, swearing to remain faithful to him. The EP closes with an "Outro", a short release composition. I'm looking for a singer in the Tenor register who would like to sing both songs. Find the lyrics of "With your mouth wide open" here and the lyrics of "Now I can see You" here. I hope this music can communicate something good. By trying to attribute a precise meaning to things, events and dynamics, I have become a Person and I don't want to go back.

Hello, Sailors!

These days, I'm working on new compositions, all enclosed by a definition: "Signify".
I worked a lot on a new song, "With your mouth wide open" and this is the result.
This song has a subtitle: "Forever", since true love is forever.
I am looking for a singer who records the vocal track.

Here is the text:

​With your mouth wide open

1. ... And the majestic echo of your name  spread through the air, 
it lapped celestial oceans and touched distant people. 
She who comes from the sea does not falter.
I grab you. 
I kiss your warm breasts
Tenderness surrounds me. 
You never lied. 
You let your hair down. 
You're my only baby.  

CHORUS: 

Rubble collapses.. 
With your mouth wide open you look at me, 
You hug me happy.
This world does not deserve us.
We are alone, 
but we are not wrong.    

2. My time was born in your hands. 
At every step, you were alert. 
All my fears have dissolved.
You made the biggest dream of my life possible.
Your strength has led me to the light.
We stay in our nest.               

3. We have crossed the tides. 
The challenges found us ready.
They must not annihilate us.
A new dawn will be born, 
among the mounds of ruins
You gave me a new name: 
the most beautiful of my life.
We disdain madness.
In your beautiful eyes 
I see the truth.
I've been waiting for you so long
I will not let go of your hand
We live in harmony.

CODA 

... And in moments of joy, 
we find the strength to remain whole ... 
To Resist 
To Wait for 
To hope 
To Win

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My lady's breast

"My lady's breast" is a symphonic poem in five parts, which are:

​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
My lady's breast - The Isle of Beauty

This music was born during confinement, in which, many people were forbidden to see each other as they were residents of different cities. I was far from my love, the Woman who chose me for life. One morning in May 2021, after listening to Chopin, I was kidnapped by the desire to write a Neapolitan sixth chord and so I did. Later I realized that that agreement would become the opening words of "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible", which, therefore, in chronological order, is the first of the sequence. The rhythm is placid, the harmonies rich, the majestic gait to indicate that wonder that is true Love, which interprets everything, everything re-signifies, everything healthy. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is the portrait of an invisible person who becomes a Person thanks to the encounter with his own Love, a wonderful Muse, who, in addition to healing him, will awaken great creativity in him. It is the call of Beauty, of the harmony of the parts, of that whisper that is the Possibility of finally being well, away from the pitfalls, from the subterfuges of a system wanted by sick minds, from the allurements of a past of death that no longer has anything good to tell. The second Movement, "My lady's breast - Second chance", is the hymn to the second chance, the one that should not be denied to anyone, the authentic union with the human being who will see us, recognizing us as true works of art . Compared to the first movement, the second is more elaborate on a rhythmic level, since there is a movement towards otherness, respecting differences. The man realizes that his past is dead and his charms are lies. There is only contact with the other. Adherence to a new, revolutionary, genuinely sincere and proactive project. The second possibility is the one that becomes concrete when two people recognize each other, mirrors of each other's identity and custodians of the ability to read the story of the person in front of them, without hurting them, with love and tact, dedication and heat. It is not easy to find this Love, but we can hope to do so, because we all deserve a second chance. "My lady's breast" is a song of love. A research. An exploration towards the lands where man's identity is finally respected and loved. I am a very lucky man. After wandering in the desert, I found my Muse, who led me to an Island of Beauty. Ours was the meeting of two people who wanted to love and they succeeded. Everyone has this opportunity, just believe it, have eyes to see and be receptive to the news. "My lady's breast" is probably my most complex work, from all points of view of musical creativity. In the fifth part, the incipit is entrusted to the horns that announce the dawn of a New Era of Light. I thought a lot, during the writing of this work, because the emotions that animated me were many and the revolutionary thoughts, which occurred in my head, urged me to be able to say how much Happiness is possible, despite a world adrift. We can all be well, just want it and accept the cure. We can all experience joy. We can all live really well, without being threatened by mental illness, which is rampant in the streets. They educate us to dissatisfaction, to competition, to destroy our neighbor, instead of loving him. We need a unified response: we do not want to become what you have created for us. We are not your androids. "My lady's breast" is meant to be Revolution. Heroic act of the Resistance. Branch of a new generation, which will lay the foundation for a New Era of Light. This piece fights for the advent of a luminous era in which it will be natural to respect diversity, take care of the psyche of those around us and love in an all-encompassing way. It is therefore militant music. The rhythmic progression, from the first part to the fifth, is unstoppable, as I needed different rhythmic configurations to express the sense of struggle. There is a battle taking place in the world between those who yearn for darkness and those who yearn for the light. "My lady 's breast" is the song that a man raises towards the cosmos to thank him for having found the breast of his life, the landing place, the constant return to life, the set of all his answers, the joy. Nothing must compromise that state of affairs. The government cannot. Events can't. It cannot that fratricidal war that is taking place in these hours. Loving each other is not difficult, all you need is an authentic interest in others, taking care of them, helping them, creating the conditions around them to make them grow and sprout, like a luxuriant tree. The first ray, which will produce the colors of the iris, at the dawn of the New Era of Light, will find us erect, happy, serene, each one in the condition it will have: alone, immersed in a relationship of love, on the way, and then we will all be happy. Gai. Open to the possibilities that the New Era of Light will give us. This Humanity deserves the best. We cannot leave this Planet in the hands of the wicked. This is why I wrote "My lady's breast", which is meant to be the antidote to rampant psychosis. There will be a way to love each other. There will be a place where you can live in peace. There will be a home. A hug that warms us. A smile to live for. Hands that come together. I've spent half my life exploring. Everywhere I went, for one reason or another, I was hurt. People who said they loved me hurt me. I went further, I preferred the desert, then she arrived, my companion and everything made sense. Everything is back in place. Everything has taken its final place and I was finally able to breathe. It wasn't easy, but I needed clarity. Of healthy gestures. Of genuine attention. I wanted to be able to love. Give me. She healed my wounds by becoming my breasts. There is a sense of enigma, in some moments of this poem, the sense of suspension is then palpable. The search is boundless. The landing at the port is certainly only the beginning, after which there will be the joy of everyday life, together with the other person who has chosen us, in a wonderful Island of Beauty. There is a lot of pain around. People are suffocating in this system of things. There is so much need for Care, which is nothing but love with its interpretative ability. The other who reads us and tells us the story of that sublime individual that we are. It is urgent to say no to evil, this is the first step. We cannot live amidst lies and abuses, which kill our identity as healthy beings, who yearn for the light. "My lady's breast" is my most successful piece. After fifteen years together with my Muse, I can finally say that I have expressed everything in my soul. I am satisfied. Thoughts and emotions held hands during the writing. This piece fits perfectly into the soundtrack I am writing for an ambitious project which I will talk about later. It has been a long time since I met my Muse. She has become even more beautiful. I became a Person. This is the prodigy of love, which rightfully belongs to all those who seek it. Never betray your love. We stay on our path. We deserve the Good. I am with my partner. "My lady's breast" is my hymn. One day, horns, from the silence, will play together a melody that will announce the birth of the New Era of Light. It will be a celebration for everyone, even and above all for those who no longer believed they could be happy. I am confident. Evil cannot continue to tell lies forever. They will not be able to fool everyone. Eventually, hope will win. We remain erect. Stable. Calm down. There is so much to do for the New Era of Light, we must create the basis for its realization. Let's not get down on it. The moral duty is the Resistance. We live in a dark age. We do not deserve this, but in personal growth there is the answer to everything. Let's stay united. There are more traits that unite us than those that divide us. "My lady's breast" fits perfectly into the Cultural Revolution that will lead to the New Era of Light, it wants to be a forerunner. Let's not lose sight of it, because Care is necessary for everyone and with it we can become a people of Light. Only love is the answer. Only the cure can transform us. Only the grace of a caress can save the world… A life is possible on this Planet far from the oppression of the system. It is necessary to isolate oneself, not to allow oneself to be contaminated and this would already be a lot, the first step of the cure, then, in a safe place, it is necessary to create the conditions for an existence worthy of the name, constantly loving each other, without being deceived by charms. There will be few, then, who will be close to us, but it is good this way. "My lady's breast" is a symphonic poem about love that heals everything. The wounds will close and no longer hurt. The smile will return, and the desire to sing. We will have good flavors in the mouth. Growth can transform us into free people. Love can interpret us. Health can be a tension to move towards step by step, day after day. We don't have to be afraid, but action is needed. Healthy thinking for healthy acts. We must not resign ourselves to this state of affairs. We have to fight. Rising. Revolutionize the world. Not everything will happen by magic. A being who will bring Peace will not come down from heaven. ​There will be no miracles. There will be only our determination. "My lady's breast" is the Revolution of an individual who has become a Person in love, in the choice of healthy acts to carry out and in the hope that one day these wars that bloody the world will end in a fraternal embrace. My life has not been easy, like that of many, but when I found the love of my Muse, I hugged him to never leave him. It takes rigor. Cleaning. Hygiene in thoughts and choices, then life smiles on us, because we are doing things the right way. If you move in the right direction for your growth, things happen, you attract the right people to you. You begin to feel good. Everything becomes possible, even the most difficult things.

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, the center

5. ​My lady's breast - The Isle of Beauty

​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.