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.
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.