In the distance
Homo faber
Out of the show
Grateful
You are the key
“O”

The warrior was returning safe and sound from the war. Some thoughts crossed his mind. He was shaken: he had seen evil face to face. Walking along the path that led him home, he thought about how important it is to see things from a safe distance. At a certain point, he saw a silver Fortress, erected on a hill. He felt that this building would be his new home. As he approached, along the path, several thoughts assailed him. “Will I be able to let my heart rest?” he found himself thinking. The warrior was looking for a place where he could finally be free, after having seen so much suffering. His rapid mind moved toward the moment when he would once again embrace his Companion, whose memory had kept him alive during the days when he had risked being killed by the enemy. He was alive, he was alert, he was full of hope. The Fortress would welcome him like a loving mother. In the distance, his emotions shifted toward peace. He wanted to leave the past behind and begin a new phase of his existence.
The warrior was a man capable of doing. He created works. He forged harmonies. He wove chordal agglomerations in his musical art. He had learned the ability to construct works of value from his mother, who had loved him so much. "Doing is everything," he thought one day. Man is the architect of his own destiny, and his mission is to do. To build. To bring to completion. The man who does is a highly creative being. He is a builder of peace. He lives his mission as a creator of good and beautiful things. The love that moved him toward his Companion led him to always create new things, in the dimension of the search for something beautiful to convey. To do. He who does never makes mistakes. He who makes the decision to build something original from scratch is already in a position to consider himself fortunate. The warrior's quest was continuing. New words awaited him. In his music, virgin orchestral perspectives. In his heart, authentic phrases of true beauty were flowing, to be instilled in the heart of his Companion when, after a long journey, they would meet again and never part again. The warrior was a man of action. He committed himself to the performance of acts of love that transformed inert matter into something alive and immortal, like sounds in a score. He knew that within things there must be a world, and he experienced that world, always, every day when, upon awakening, he decided to create and transmit love to what he was doing.
There is a great reward for those who escape the deadly representation that the system forges to enslave men, and the warrior knew this very well, having learned it the hard way. Reality exists, and then there is a plane that intersects it, which is the vision of facts communicated by those in power, to convince people of the goodness of their actions, which are never for the good of individuals. Being outside of representation is more vital than ever. Necessary. Indispensable if one truly wants to feel good about oneself and others. Power has always told lofty lies passed off as truth, but the reality is different: in an upside-down world, if power says something is bad, it's certainly done well. The warrior had learned this through his own experience, sharing it with that of his Companion. The two of them were outside the representation. In this sort of schizophrenia of power, which upholds the goodness of a reality opposed to the truth, lay all the evil of the era the warrior was living in. There were these two levels, that of true good and that of the representation that power transmitted, which no one could distinguish except with the light of a true vision of things. Many were blinded. Confused. Power, with these people, was winning hands down, but not everyone had bowed. Not everyone had been swallowed up by the lie of the representation that a murderous system persisted in perpetuating day after day.
​The warrior was grateful. He recognized the good he had received in his life from his parents and later from his Companion. Giving thanks every day, being aware of how fortunate he was to be in the world and to be able to experience goodness in the acts of life was something the warrior was well aware of and kept in mind. His Companion had loved him from day one, and he was well aware of how much Beauty there was in every gesture of their life. For this he was grateful. "I am grateful," he said to himself, as he continued to approach the Silver Fortress, whose bulk, with every step, appeared more and more imposing. Power could never destroy his gratitude. It would never be able to dissolve his Love for life. The warrior was aware of what true existence represented, he was able to live it, and he felt very fortunate, giving thanks every day for being able to admire the stars. Gratitude was an authentic feeling in his heart, with which the warrior, in doing things, felt at peace. The cornerstone of the warrior's existence was his Companion, in her splendor as a free woman. She was his metronome. His tuner. His essence. The warrior loved her from the bottom of his heart. She, for her part, enveloped him with passion and tenderness, supporting him with an analytical intelligence that amazed him every day. His Companion was a powerful being. She instilled dedication and respect in every single gesture. The warrior never tired of desiring her and considering her beautiful. They had crossed the tides. They were both survivors. They had chosen each other consciously. She was a woman capable of always choosing for the good. He would always fight by her side. Together they were a force, like all those who truly love each other. The warrior respected his Companion, who repaid him with constant acts of love over time, capable of always making him feel happy. Their love story was beautiful. They would never destroy each other: their fate was not that of unhealthy love, steeped in sadism, where one kills the other and vice versa.
The warrior and his Companion had found each other. Their psyches were clean. Their actions were authentic. Their strength flowed from the truth they had sought throughout their lives, reaching it as adults, free from obsessions and blackmail. They had navigated the great sea of ​​lies, dodging the attacks of unhealthy people, remaining steadfast in their convictions. The storm had tried to kill them. They had saved themselves with their last remaining energy and recognized each other as survivors. There is a great reward for those who resist. For those who don't give up. For those who still hope, despite all the evil. That was their definitive dimension, thanks to which they could always learn new things in a solid and majestic architecture of thought. They wanted the good, for themselves and for everyone. They desired peace. They abhorred any form of violence. Their hope was that the whole world could return to well-being. To live with dignity, without any more abuse. Abjection. Intimidation. This world must heal from evil. The warrior and his Companion fought every day, with gestures of love that countered the devastation wrought by the widespread malaise of people, slaves to a system of individual subjugation that craves the denial of the qualities of the human being, who instead wants the right to learn to fly.

​“You Are the Key” is a story set to music.

It tells the story of a Warrior who has returned from a terrible conflict and, at a certain point on his journey home, he sees, in the distance, a Fortress. It is silvery in color, majestic in size, and stands on a hill.

The Warrior senses that this Fortress is the goal of his quest.

In the distance, he already knows that this place will be for him.

The Warrior approaches carefully, dreaming of finally being able to rest his heart.

It is at the right distance that things can be seen clearly.

It is at the right distance that a man can dream of Freedom.

It is at the right distance that one can hope for Love.

The Warrior's Mother had taught him the Art of Doing.

The Warrior, from childhood, had learned the secrets of knowing how to do what needed to be done with diligence and selflessness.

The Warrior had learned to love his Mother for her ability to create something of value with little.

The Warrior had placed himself outside the representation that evil men had created to subjugate consciences.

He was not within their system; he was beyond, outside, where one could breathe.

He was grateful.

He felt that his life had its own dignity, tied to his being a seeker of the Sun.

Because of the war, he had left his Beloved at home, who was waiting for him with open arms.

She was the key to the Warrior's happiness, and through their love, he had built, within himself, a world of goodness and beauty...

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​This EP, "You Are the Key," was born on a terrace in Val Venosta, at the end of August 2025. It encompassed several ideas, and I revived an old idea of ​​mine from a few years ago. It's a concept album, as it tells the story of a Warrior who returns safe and sound from war and reunites with his Beloved, after having walked a long path that allows him to discover his innate cry for Freedom and his desire for peace. At a certain point along the way, he glimpses a silver Fortress on a hill and thinks that it is there that he could rest his heart. The Warrior is the archetype of modern man, called to constant conflict, destined to perish, yet still capable of choosing the path of goodness and Beauty, to live a harmonious existence with those bound to him by true Love. This EP brings together the efforts of two months of research, introspection, and reflection. I'm very satisfied because, throughout the writing process, this music has given me strong signals of a consistency and depth of musical thought that reflects me, giving me good vibes. "You Are the Key" seals 17 years of analyzing my constructs and journeys. Formally, this EP is alternative and progressive rock, with symphonic sounds blending with electronic textures. I've asked myself several questions during this period.

1. Does it make sense to compose ten-minute songs?

Yes, if you have several themes to develop in the same song, with a complex syntax.

2. What do I really want to communicate?

I want to convey the hope of a possible world, made of goodness, for which men no longer wish to do evil.

3. What is the music of the third millennium?

The music of the third millennium doesn't exist; it has been swallowed up by Capitalism, which has turned it into a cesspool. Therefore, I compose to let the signs of Art shine, with a view to a total rediscovery of what the art of composing sounds in a score truly was.

4. Who is your music aimed at?

My music is aimed at anyone who wants to hear a story in sounds that still has meaning, a grammar, and a message.

5. Why still write suites?

Because complexity cannot be abolished. This turn of the century is trying to kill it, in favor of an alienating standardization. Music, like all Art, has become like a McDonald's sandwich: the same everywhere. There are people who still make Art, fortunately, but they live in niches, far from the spotlight of success. Capitalism has killed all forms of art, which is why I compose ten-minute pieces with large ensembles that will never be played on the radio, since they're not just any song.

6. What inspired these sounds?

These sounds spring from a state of peace within me, after an existential search that has been ongoing for almost twenty years. I've struggled greatly. I've been alone with those I truly love. I let go of everything else, and then, and only then, these melodic constructions and chordal clusters were born within me. One morning I was in Burgeis, in front of Marienberg, a Benedictine abbey on the mountain. The bells announced the exact time, and there, in that moment, when the profound silence of the mountain returned, I perceived within me a brief succession of sounds, for flute, which I immediately wrote down on the computer. That's where "You Are the Key" was born, this EP that has kept me company for two months, with an inspired and never banal composition, at least from the way I've experienced it in this workflow.

7. What does music mean to you?

Music is the attempt to build a cosmos made of Beauty, a witness to the passage of humanity on this Earth. It's the symbol of our pride, which is the ability to create wonders with all the tools at our disposal.

8. What do you want to achieve?

With the EP "You Are the Key," I intend to reach the hearts of those who listen to these compositions with a spirit of openness. This work is for everyone. Even children could listen to it, in playrooms, during music lessons. The purpose of this album is to describe a state of goodness and bliss that is within the reach of all those seeking their own Individuation. We need beautiful things. Capitalism wants to take them all away from us, condemning us to a life devoid of dreams and beauty.

9. Is there a remembrance in your music?

Yes. I want to remind myself that we are humanity, capable of doing wonderful things, in peace and harmony.

10. Why does it still make sense to write?

Because since the dawn of time, humanity has always needed traces of its passage, capable of making it immortal.

With childlike steps, humanity can reach the choral contemplation of the majestic and sublime vibration of goodness and virtuousness.