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