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.
The other day, while I was washing the dishes, I listened to an interview with a contemporary philosopher who supported, with determination, the urgency of a collective Awakening, which I understood as the summation of everyone's personal awakenings and based on the will people to change the course of the world, which would lead the planet towards Peace and Prosperity. I had a glass in my hand and, rinsing it, I thought of those words within my world, trying to give them a place, a location, creating a space that could welcome them, in view of the important things to do to try to save this society adrift, seriously considering nuclear war as an option. "Great Awakening" I found myself whispering, as I concluded the home operation of putting the dishes out to dry. Those words weren't foreign to me at all. I felt them close. Upcoming. I knew that they could have been part of my day looking for something good to glimpse, in this chaos, which, starting with the pandemic, and, if we want, much earlier, as skilled analysts have repeatedly emphasized in the decade 2010 - 2020, is continued with the war in Ukraine, thanks to which shrewd manipulators continued undaunted to mislead the minds of People, many of whom risk being lost forever, to consecrate themselves to a form that no longer has anything human. The philosopher spoke of darkness. Many know them and they never lead to anything good, since man needs light. I listened to the whole interview, continuing to reflect on the content explained by the scholar, while I was preparing my coffee. I have reached the end, fully embracing the exposition of the themes, in form and content. I was happy, because I said to myself: "So you see Massimiliano that you are not far from the truth?". I drank the coffee, satisfied, while the interviewer greeted the philosopher. "Great Awakening" was shaping up as a definition that would keep me company, for the next few hours and perhaps for days. I took my time to savor those two good terms on which I wanted to have my say. Suddenly, an intuition: to write an Incipit for Strings in E minor. I had the first notes in mind, I would have written them, to listen to the overall sound of the chord. “Great Awakening” was already a title. So how to operate? Therefore, virgin score, E minor, 4/4, Andantino, Strings, Title: “Great Awakening”. First step: the shape within which to move. E minor is a tonality from which, in the last period, I have returned from time to time, because I can clearly see the harmonies to be developed. 4/4, with the right rhythmic breath. Andantino, because awakening is neither slow nor fast, but proceeds with a sure step. Strings, because when one awakens from a long collective hypnosis that has caused hysteria, one moves with long notes to return to self-awareness, one's whole being is transformed, from low to high frequencies, just as can be expressed with a string orchestra. I need to believe that something wonderful can happen, manifest itself, envelop us in a lyrical breath of Beauty. We deserve the best. We can be a splendor. We can live well in harmony with everyone. We are governed by a handful of putrid individuals who, as the scholar claimed, no longer even have the nature of human beings, given that they are deprived of light and plot in darkness. The fundamental step, which is also the first, is to start saying: "No!". A sacred No. We do not want a world of wars. We don't want hate. We don't want to destroy. Surely many scholars have investigated how the masses always let themselves be guided by murders. I, on the other hand, still wonder about it, then I see children playing in the kindergarten park nearby and I smile, because I know that the world still has hope. I won't work on the song yet for today. I feel the desire to reflect, since some words, like some sounds, must be decanted in one's own alembic. I remain confident. I want to hope, because without hope one lives really badly. I want to wish me and all the people I know to always live in the dimension of the Great Awakening and to keep the attention high. I want to thank all those who visit my site, because it is thanks to them that I realize the goodness of my work, so thank you… This piece comes from a thought of mine, which merged with an emotion, generated by listening to the 'exposition of essential themes analyzed by a philosopher of our times, who contrasts, with lucid force, the Great Reset of Davos, the Great Awakening of Humanity, thanks to which we will finally have Freedom, a gift to defend strenuously from attacks of the wicked who want mankind subdued. "Great Awakening" immediately seemed to me a good title for a piece of music which, in my mind, was orchestral from the beginning. After writing the first 4 chords for strings, I had the sensation of something majestic coming from those notes and that encouraged me a lot. The more I composed, the greater was the perception that that music should have a precise role in my production. I have been writing a screenplay for 4 years, based freely on my novel, "Muse - Thoughts of an artist", of which I am also taking care of the soundtrack, and, until the other day, I was missing a music to comment on a fundamental scene , which I found in the composition about which I am writing. If a good thing happens to one man, why can't it happen to everyone? What prevents it? I believe in the potential of People, I see and hear many who don't want to end badly and wish to live in such harmony that bad things will seem like just a faded memory, a warning that the triumph of wickedness will never happen again. If a human being goes mad with pain, this implies that everyone, having passed the point of no return, can sink into the blackest psychosis and, in the same way, if a person reaches a healthy balance, he is satisfied, he defends himself well against negativity, and he feels intimately happy, this path to joy is within everyone's reach, I believe in it. Not right away, but in the process of writing this piece, I spotted this rhythmic cell:
and I built the musical texture accordingly. I really like this song: it smells like Freedom. I long for a great awakening of humanity. We all need them, like water, libraries and concert halls, like bread, the sun, hope. Men without light must not win. He cannot conquer evil. We cannot suffer forever. I would like to wake up in the morning to a world free from pain.
In the face of so much Beauty, why poison yourself with lies? Why destroy? Why get sick? It was a magical evening, that one there, in front of the Cathedral of Spoleto, in Umbria. I was with my partner, and we breathed thin air. This world can still be saved. We can do it. We deserve it...
This composition represents my Love for my Partner, and for Humanity, since she taught me to love. Without her, I don't know what turn my life would have taken. Now I can sing...
My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible
I thought a lot about the nature of this composition, "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible", since I tried to fully understand it to grasp what it was in itself, what essence belonged to it and in the end I thought it was a long letter of love, never sent and created in my mind, after having transformed it into music, matured in the folds of a harsh lockdown, the first, that of 2020, from which many considerations resulted, daughters of the awareness of not being able to meet my Partner for long time, when the days, without her, seemed endless and the evening phone call, listening to her voice, had become an unmissable appointment. This music for several instruments comes from the desire to feel good, which was, at the time of the strong restrictions imposed by the government, a sort of chimera, given that we were all sad, each for their own reasons and we already knew we were living in a absurd, out of all logic, through which whoever commanded us was establishing the regime of Terror. Now, from the interceptions of the judges, it clearly emerges that our rulers wanted us to feel fear, a feeling of loss and anguish which, according to their plans, was to last for a long time. This piece was born on the keyboard, after having remembered my Chopin, and decided to use his own harmonic structure. Now the music is complete, after almost three years of reworking. I decided to take it to a composition competition, since I need a comparison. In my opinion, she is very beautiful. This music is the encounter with the other. It is a harmonious embrace. It is the breath that merges with that of the loved one. I worked a lot on this piece. Inside, there are all my progressive syntheses and the hope that one day, not too far away, the world can be founded on Love, which gives new meaning to everything. We were alone, in the first lockdown, too alone. We anchored ourselves to a phone call, a brief chat with the neighbor. A child's smile warmed our hearts, but we suffered and not a little. The piece is symphonic, it is meant for orchestra. It was born with a succession of four chords, performed for the first time on the keyboard and from there it acquired a physiognomy of its own, marked by the tension towards the pleasant place of live exchange with the desired person, in a titanic impulse that surpassed the physical distances and gave us the harmony of being together with love, thanks to the beauty of how the other is perceived and to the all-encompassing vision of the human being, understood and loved in all its scope as a vector of poetry. It became the piece on which I worked hardest, without fear or tension, but taking all the time to focus on the sensations and thoughts that, little by little, were taking shape in my ego, in a state of awareness increasingly significant, which led me to open my eyes to many issues, maturing the will never to be able to go back, since regression is always dangerous. Now the memories of the last three years have faded, but the perception of evil remains. We have all been victims of the most colossal scam in human history. Every now and then someone makes public an excerpt from an interview of such a character which shows that we were slaves in the bloody hands of evil operators who, to this day, are still at large and who, probably, will never be tried for crimes against 'Humanity. This composition refuses to accept a psychotic world destined to commit suicide and sings the Love for the Woman who has re-meaned everything in my life and who is the root of all salvation. When lived in the context of a healthy and creative relationship, otherness, in addition to being a harbinger of great energy, is our anchor. We were alone, yes. Alone and heartbroken, worried and no one gave us courage, indeed, on TV only images of death and desolation and great speeches on the goodness of isolation. A well-planned direction needed our blood and our fear. How much useless pain… I woke up: I no longer had a state, a community, friends and family. I was alone. Only together with my partner. We were exiles. Survivors of a carnage. This world has not learned and does not want to learn. People let themselves be guided by psychotic characters, who would send them to die at the front without a second thought. This piece wants to fight all the psychoses of the powerful. We should start again from silence. From listening to the other. From speaking only true words. I fight every day, not letting the international media that sows terror into my home, because their strategy, tested during the lockdown and all the subsequent periods of restriction, has not loosened its grip. They want us to be serfs. Deprived of everything, we will not have the strength to rise up. I, on the other hand, want to keep myself whole, even though multiple forces want us lost, violent, illogical. Theirs is the project of a world split as split is their personality structure. To all this I oppose, as long as I have breath in my body. I want to write. Telling a story of victory of a man who was saved thanks to love and who believes that his path is not for just one person, but for all those who want to follow him. The world is simply in our hands, as it always has been. It's up to us to create a new community. This composition begins with an elegiac tone, a mezzo piano introduces the sound environment with which the author intends to represent his hymn of love to the desired woman, whose presence is essential for him. There are many colors in the piece, all with their own primary musical intention. However, this chant is not desperate, since it cultivates the hope that, one day soon, the two protagonists of the story will be able to meet again and embrace each other again. I didn't understand at first. I couldn't understand. Now, however, I know. I know why they locked us in the house. Now I understand why there was that air of death and desolation and all of us hiding in the house like rats. Now I can perceive what was the climate of hatred and mystification that they intended to establish, with great success, I must admit. They managed to do it. The full realization of their project is there for all to see, deploying enormous firepower against the peoples of a certain part of the world. The piece begins with a poignant nostalgia, determined by the awareness of how beautiful and vital, rich and poetic the other is. It is the man, in his nudity, who acclaims her who, in a healthy and creative relationship, has saved him from the jaws of a dissolute and obscene world. The tools intertwine. The description of the moment in which the two will reunite becomes increasingly vivid, attentive, generated by a psychic order that sees the protagonist capable of maintaining an upright position in the face of the pitfalls of a barbaric system that wants human beings incapable of prospects, slaves and losers. Music fills the air. There is a complexity of the individual that must be analyzed and researched. There is a huge need for interpretive intelligence. Of eyes that seek each other. Of a hug that means: “You are safe here!”. Everything around them is death, violence and dissociation, while, in their embrace, which merges two identities that they have chosen, there is poetry, momentum and life. A sick world has forced the healthy into closure. A trumpet solo rises sinuously above a layer of sound, and courageously sings its melody, which is pure tension towards that future in which people will meet joyfully and will no longer be afraid of anything. A horn follows the harmonies. The author's intention is to represent a cosmos made of intelligence, logic of affections and profound respect for all manifestations of human creativity, which are everywhere and are so scary to the powerful. They don't want us free. They don't want us happy. Realized. They dream of a future for us as servants, but Humanity can never be, hence the need for a liberation struggle unparalleled in the history of mankind. There is a lot of sweetness in the piece. There is awareness of the saving embrace. There is a determination not to resign oneself to an iniquitous and inhuman system of power. There is strength. A piccolo traces a small series of notes, there is an air of struggle, in the dynamics of the forte. The cellos move courtly in their own low register, because love is sumptuous. A piano creates a modulation, after the exposition of Theme A. There is vigor, in the refusal of an artist against a world dedicated to the destruction of any form of intelligence. I don't know where I would have been, in the first lockdown, without my partner. Maybe I would have resigned. The system proposed its chimeras. His monstrous voices. His interpretations are the result of an altered, sick, abnormal perception of things. I soon realized that we had been left alone to our fate, because our politicians didn't care what happened to us and their goal was only to demolish us. We are not out of trauma. Then came the war and a new set of lies, designed to continue the state of war that had been established during the pandemic. The piece wants to rebel against this state of affairs. It is no coincidence that it was written in three years. I had to understand. “My lady's breast – Portrait of an invisible” is a revolutionary act. After all, there is nothing more beautiful than seeing a life flourish. If anyone here is wondering if we will ever be understood by these masters of evil, my answer is that none of them will lift a finger for us. We are alone, but we can unite. Then we will be many. A tide. A people. This piece kept me busy for 3 years. Now I will send it to a Contest. Her nature is militant. It's the piece I've worked on the most, many rearrangements, many reflections on sounds. In the end, I can say that I am truly satisfied, since it represents my way of seeing Love towards mankind, my Partner and all children. The elegiac tone of the Incipit recurs at other times during the composition and creates an atmosphere capable of communicating that feeling of nostalgia that is felt when the object of desire is far away. How far away were the games in the park for the children when they were prevented from going to play. How distant were the hugs of a grandfather to his grandchildren, because there was a ban on being able to see each other. How far away were the kisses of a girl to her boyfriend because they lived in two different cities and therefore they weren't allowed to meet. I'm really sick of the idiocy. Of quackery. Of dissociation. I want a normal world. A harp creates arpeggios, letting its timbre resonate within the orchestra. The timpani accompany the harmonies of the strings, marking the rhythm. I find the piece very beautiful. I really thought a lot about the harmonies, the rhythms, everything that should represent an element of the compositional construct and I'm really satisfied. This piece deserves to go to a Composition Competition, if only because at least I will get some feedback. There is a whole world to be refounded, on new foundations, with an authentic awareness that leads us to the possibility of being truly happy, far from any form of distortion of thought, which generates disease. We must not let our guard down and, by resisting, we will acquire the exact dimension of healthy human beings. Clarinets produce strong chords. It is the vigor of people who can no longer accept the idea of being trampled on. It is self love. It is the rejection of evil. The elegiac tone of the music is present everywhere, it banishes the fear of abandonment and affirms the certainty of the new meeting of two people who truly love each other and know how to take care of each other. I have never feared since I met my Partner 15 years ago. I knew, from the first moment, that she would be there for me. It is that sort of awareness that the lover cultivates, based on the real love that she feels. This composition intends to be the description of a certainty: the embrace of those who love us will not abandon us, not even in the worst moments and, during the lockdown, there were several dangerous situations, such as when they proclaimed the arrival of the solution, which instead turned out to be part of the problem, the most lethal. They lied. They covered it up. They have wounded and killed. Now, whoever has woken up will never be able to believe in their hypnosis again. The composition revolves around the possibility that the encounter between two people who have chosen each other is always more beautiful, more creative, healthier. In this sense, the work is deeply psychoanalytic and generates and describes the opportunity for men and women to determine their own destiny, not powerful supranational forces with destructive purposes. The piece fits perfectly, in form and content, into the programmatic lines of the New Era of Light, since it depicts a human being proudly standing before the distortions of a murderous world and a normality behind which the bloodiest pathologies are hidden. I would like something very simple: that we could all live peacefully, despite the problems that may gradually arise. This music is proof of that. Everyone has the right to self-determination. Find your own way. Discover your identity. Know. Love. Have a project. “My lady’s breast – Portrait of an invisible” is the result of my every effort to say I am a man. A son. A father. A mate. Today would have been my father's birthday and I dedicate this thought to him. I have never been interested in judging anyone, but the way they have treated us from the first lockdown to now, in the war phase, is obscene. They will continue to act psychotic. It's up to us to part with it and live well. Their message of hate and discrimination must not be passed on. They don't have to win. Humanity, as I have always said, deserves to sing its most beautiful hymn on the roof of the world, with which to praise Creation and give thanks for a life that is always able to give us emotions of pure beauty. With this piece, dedicated in my mind to She who re-meaned me, I describe the nostalgia that will lead the protagonist to embrace his Woman again, with the certainty that this will happen, without the fear, the terror that the reunion will never take place. Many things have happened since that May 2020, but the overall direction of the course of human history has not changed. The rulers, at all latitudes, are continuing to implement their plan to exterminate Intelligence. Of Beauty. Of vitality. It's up to us not to allow him to continue. I am confident, even if I see people floundering. Confusion reigns supreme and with it dissociation proliferates. If you save your core, you've already done a lot. However, hoping for a better tomorrow for everyone is not only legitimate, but a duty. I trust in the reader's ability to accept my point of view on many issues and judge good a content that is within everyone's reach and describes the opportunity for Humanity to be happy, one day not too far away… The composition “My lady's breast – Portrait of an invisible” wants to be good food for the mind. We all have a desperate need for goodness, after hard years and a war which, in the intentions of the rulers, must sanction a new level of domination of minds. In recent days, at the Incipit, I have added a solo trumpet. The operation was delicate and absorbed me. The result seemed perfect to me. This Incipit is based on string harmonies, but needed a melody. Maybe one day, before August, when I send the piece to the Composition Competition, I will pick up the whole composition again, but now I feel I have to free it. I have faced the compositional process several times, in these three years, and I must say that in various moments I considered the piece finished, then something happened, inside and outside of me, which led me to pick it up again to modify it, recreate it, chisel it . Now the music is complete. It does not need anything else, either stylistically or textually. I consider the score brilliant. She is rich. It bears the marks of the New Age of Light. He describes the moment of the revelation of one's good internal Selves, in relationship with the other, as the first sip of water after crossing the desert. Here I would like to thank all the people who made this writing possible, one by one. I thank the life I am grateful to and the people who have me in their hearts. One day we will be proud to have fought for the joy of our community. For children. For a mother who will smile at us in front of a good coffee. The time of the absurd impositions of the rulers must end. We have to take back our happiness.
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?
I do not like myself. That' it
Body of my woman – Little dance
I do not like myself. That's it
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.
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.
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.
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.
In this era of lies, projected on a world scale, authentic words are needed. This is my message to the world for a peaceful revolution leading us to a New Age of Light.