More than a year ago, on May 6, 2021, when my partner's mother died a few days ago, I was at my house one morning and, at 10:51 am, after listening to a Ballad by Chopin, I was kidnapped, as I often do. it happens, from the desire to compose music. I remember the emotional climate of those days well: I was anxious for my partner, since I did not know how she would react to the death of her mother and I intended to be close to her with every fiber of my body, dedicating attention to her, listening to her every time she would have the need to express one's internal world put to the test by the event. I turned on the keyboard. I thought. I reasoned with the numbers of the music. I remembered how Chopin had started that ballad with a Neapolitan sixth, a particular chord, which knows how to give color to the fabric. Reflections: "Why, too, don't I try to write a Neapolitan sixth?". I put my hands on the keyboard. I ran. I had found my sixth Neapolitan. I added a sound to it, because it seemed deeper when strengthened. I still did not know, but I was in the presence of a new composition, which, a little later, I wrote on the computer with the title of "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible". The title gushed from my heart. In the following days, I developed the fabric, making it an orchestral piece, then I decided to consider it finished for long months, until, one day not too far away, a year after the first draft, I picked it up again and thought: "The initial progression can be enriched ”, I began to reflect, reworked the concept around which the progression was written, and with the beloved numbers of music, I extended the progression, throughout the piece, wherever it reappeared. I listened to the piece thus conceived. I was really happy. A year of work. How many emotions, thoughts and feelings in a year, to be able to consider a song finished ... "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" was finished and I, perhaps, had written the most beautiful thing of my life, encouraged by my partner and inspired from the beauty of his person. I have always written with immense love, since, more than 14 years ago, my partner entered my life illuminating me with her perennial source of inspiration, but, for this piece, I composed conscious of her enormous strength and her infinite sweetness, with which she managed to come out of a very hard time. She is my breast. She is all my wins. She is sanity, and this is the portrait of an invisible man who has become a person, thanks to a Muse with a Nymph's body ... That day I was worried, although I knew that she would pass even that umpteenth test to consecrate herself new once again more. She showed no signs of abating, being close to her was beautiful and uplifting, like seeing a creature reborn after excruciating suffering. This music is for her and for all the people who have the right to be reborn after a pain. This piece is for Humanity, which deserves every good. This song is for those who have decided not to give up, fighting for what is rightfully theirs. The music struck me so much that I decided to delve into its nature. It was essentially a succession of chords, with one characteristic: in the soprano voice, there was always the same note, while below, every time, the harmony changed. This is what I really liked so much: that sound effect that spreads in the air, always remaining identical to itself to change every time, never getting tired. Today I worked again and I am happy. Glad about how it went in this last year. Happy for my life and that of who I love. With a hope that concerns the world, which, perhaps, will learn to achieve a balance it has been looking for since we were in the trees. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is a hymn to life. To the people who meet along the way. To those who are no longer there, but have remained in the heart of those who think so. It is a way to tell everyone that love exists, forever, eternally and that nothing can scratch it. An invisible person has become a Person: this can happen to everyone. Maybe it's already happening to you reading. Yes, maybe I wrote my best music and I'm proud of it. Maybe it was the right moment to tell everyone that love can do everything, even the least probable, the one for which it would be legitimate to despair because it is really almost impossible.
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.