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.
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.