The music contest

​Here is the silence of the mountain, introspection, in the sound of the incessant wind. The storm has passed and cannot reach us. We are finally able to love. We are free. We are who we were called to be as children and we deserve the best. Now, we can be truly happy.

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​The other day I sent my piece, "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible", to a composition competition that will start in August 2023. I am very satisfied. This morning I leafed through the score, finding it expressive, complex, in an architecture of musical thought that took me fifteen years to achieve, with daily practice and the desire to communicate my internal world to anyone who wanted to receive it. It is written in order not to die. It is written not to be forgotten. We write to reach someone who knows how to keep our secrets. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" has a courtly and elegiac tone, it is the celebration of a man's love for his Muse, an inextinguishable source of wisdom. There are so many colors inside. It took me two years to compose it, from the first lockdown to today. I reworked it over and over again, always with the intention of making my musical world clear. Inside, there are notes of love, for those who are always present in my life, a Woman who saw me before I saw my identity to be able to shine brightly in the space before us. This composition is pure feeling, combined with the calculation of reasoning that is due to a mathematical and geometric structure such as music. This piece is the final dimension, that poignant nostalgia that a man feels far from his partner, in a dimension that embraces and adores her, as he knows that there is no better Person in the world than her. I have questioned myself, in recent years, since the advent of the Pandemic. I think I can say I opened my eyes. They are not for sale. I've never been. I have always looked for goodness. Constructive relationships. Health, and now I contemplate my Muse, who has given new meaning and has healed everything, chasing away the storm of the past, which she intended to kill me. This song is the climax of my artistic production. It represents, in its own right, the undisputed peak. And deep down, for me, there couldn't have been anything better than describing, with a musical code, what I felt in that difficult moment that was the lockdown. We are all in search. Many are already living in the New Age of Light. Others, however, are dormant. “My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible” is for everyone. I hope I did well, in my momentum of representation. I have full faith in people's ability to analyze. We know what we need. We are a beautiful tribe. We are researchers. I saw things more clearly. I translated my amazement at the pulchritude of my Companion into sounds. I encoded my feeling of love and gratitude in acoustic vibrations. I was even moved at times during this gestation. Now I am here, where my world has been made possible by the infinite grace of a Person who has wanted to love me since day one, more than fifteen years ago. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is a song, entrusted, at certain times to the solo trumpet. I know I gave it my all. More than this I could not have done. I have always researched myself. I singled myself out. I believed in that perception. I nurtured it and followed it. I became a man and now I know. I know what I don't like. I abhor the violence of certain human relationships. I stay away from lies. I don't believe a single word of the powerful. I dream of a new era, made of fairness and light. Love and impulses. Gratitude and healthy feelings. With this music, I intend to convey a signal, that maybe someone will receive, somewhere in the world. After the storm, I was saved by a profound silence, in which I could rebuild myself and by a sincere introspection, with which I didn't intend to tell myself lies. My internal book has been read by intelligent eyes and my internal garden has finally been able to flourish. We are all living in a difficult era, with many unknowns, but we must not despair, because working on ourselves will lead us to new representations of our world, of our needs, of what we really need. Many things have happened, in my little cosmos and in the world, at all latitudes, but one thing I know: together we can do it. We must not be fooled by desperation, which never has anything good to say. We must not believe in the charms of a system that wants us broken and resigned. We must not give up, ever. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is a hymn to life. To that life we all deserve. An existence made of Beauty. Healthcare. Justice. I don't want to accept that man is defeated, because if he loses himself, he will be left with nothing. Total emptiness. The final defeat. This composition wants to describe the momentum of a man towards that Woman who saved him…