1967/ 1976
It is not easy to put the feelings in the foreground. Often look far is the first thing I do. Even in love. Fantasizing I try to study situations that could happen. Above all, I happened recently. Also because it is from February to seek an opportunity to declare my feelings for a girl who is half my age. I'm afraid of losing it as a friend, because I do not think she can understand me. Even for just the age difference. Of course, then I know people who married despite 15 years of age difference and feel that I must try. We are advocates of our existence and our actions and we must be to defeat what it is not just moving the pieces correctly. I like to go into a monastery or in a medieval church and try to read the stones, trying to feel the power involved, invoking God and the magic of the place. I like to love and be loved. The sexual act should not, for me, just be the penetration. To me enough caresses, kisses, sharing of feelings. Share with my wife, listening to a CD, watching a flower... The joy and pain. This is, for me, love. I know that Giulia is a girl who has visions similar (and equally certain to me) because I know his family very well and I know that we would complement each other.
Listening to "L'urlo rubato", the first CD of Claudio Milano, I feel really strong pulse. Meanwhile, "Ma le serve di Genet?" is a good start, however I remain imprinted in the mind as it should. Probably because the medley catch my mind most of the first two compositions, which have a very good piano. For me, because of what I wrote above, is "Hamlet" to conquer more my mind. All that is medieval catch me, abducting my soul. There are moments in "Hamlet" I, personally, I do see the scene described, it becomes almost impossible for me to isolate the music from virtual reality built from my mind. I visited many medieval places and I have to admit that see them again when I listen to "Hamlet". And, always listening to "Hamlet" I think Giulia and all the girls that I have not been able to understand and, consequently, I could not love. "Building Up A Cathedral From Me" provokes in me similar sentiments. In this case the music is more modern, baroque, dare I say. Even Rock, what if I may. But, other than as described, equal to the music of "Hamlet"! Why are the sounds, instruments and electronic sounds to be different. There is something Gothic, something locked up in ourselves that we must not explode. What can not explode. But that inevitably explodes. A snowfall... Hot chocolate with our beloved woman in a cold day in winter and spring magically becomes!
Certainly listening to the "stolen The Scream" goes beyond music. it is all a search for an answer that is not there, trying to lift our soul to something that does not exist. That, however, is before our eyes. It is not easy utopia!