And yet the air around me is so hot.
I hear the sound of your voice.
Oh, voice, so transparent, yet so ephemeral.
Should I have chosen from all the things I had?
But, what was it? Nothing, and suddenly something entered me and I was given the choice.
As a passion that blooms for everything superior surrounding us, we see nothing but the mirror of our souls.
Notes, sounds, sweet sounds, vibrations, rhythms, and suddenly the warmth, suddenly the dance, suddenly life.
Memories re-emerging in our minds and our hearts fill with worry, melancholy, internal strain, light, and hope.
We keep on listening, and relaxing to the sound of these notes. And you… where's your soul?
Is it being moved to the unreal part of the mind? Is it more than you expected or are you simply trying to achieve what you don't possess?
Unconditional wish to do, to feel inside yourself the unknown coming from the dreamer side of you.
And suddenly you open your eyes and see just time elapsing, loneliness entering your soul, and your shadow wandering in the air, in your hope, in your dreams. Unattainable utopia, unachievable dreams.
What's the point of struggling? Everything is contained in life, in dedication, in hope, in the heart.
I want, I want everything immediately, but I wait… I'm not ready, you are not ready.
We have time, but it is getting short, and you are hanging in the unreality and you want to stop.
What else is influencing you?
The others compose appreciated pieces;
and you, what do you want to create and what can you create? Something different? It's not easy.
Don't pretend, run away, come back, strive, and your ideas will be the masters of yourself, of your world…
Overcome the obstacles on your way, and cry, laugh, clench your teeth, close your eyes and you'll see what you've never seen… alone but with your life in your hands; with your music, and it's music what you'll do.
If I had the magic stone of Herman Hesse I'd like to become one of your vocal cords, to stay side by side with your hopes and your craving for triumph.

Thank you for the inspiration.
Manuela Astorelli

Fire spreads for us. Don't despair, my soul. I picture your gentle eyes and a mouth in which I would drown. Everything is ravished and tonight… the harmony of our bodies is so intense that an analysis wouldn't indicate its several chords, a mystical metamorphosis would be the fusion of our senses.

V.M.

You write wonderful things, then you say you can't write your song.
Your soul is full of amazing words..

V.B.

After years of dreaming, you fell with your feet to the ground and it was like stealing water to the plant of your life, soaked in emotions and abstract, yet positive feelings.
It was like repudiating life and the proud of love.
It was like closing yourself at the roots of the plant, like refusing to see the light, the nature and its emotions.
On the earth, amidst clay and salt to track the origins of a lost and wandering ego.
Waiting for reason to plant a seed of a new life in a huge sorrow.
Every time I hear you, I imagine for a while our eyes entwined, looking for a pure love, hiding a seed in the wonderful land of replaced wishes.
Where the dreams take our hearts and, taking us by the hand, substitute the impossible fusion of senses with a lust for reality.
Where each dream is born from the wait, and each period of wait is an accumulation of desire and sublime delirium.

V.M.

Subject: terrible noises from your amplifier

I've already notified that, despite the sound-proof ceiling I have, the noise from your hi-fi set is unbearable, in particular the noise from your amplifier, which is unmistakably very powerful.
Noises during daytime make us think of non-stop building works, above all when the bass and the accompaniment are high.
Moreover, last night from 1.30 to 2.00 a.m. the noise of your "instrument" or the auxiliary drums you use was so high that not only our eardrums but also our bed vibrated. Just like that, even hiding my head below the pillow I heard rumbles.
That's why I request you to get rid of this particular loudspeaker. Tonight I was about to go up to your house to protest and some unpleasant consequences would have been likely.
Moreover, today at 2.00 p.m. your damned doodad demonstrated all its power… believe me, that's the limit.
Yours faithfully,

The neighbour

Subject: noises from neighbouring apartment

I write you to beg you to take the necessary measures in order to avoid the following noises:
during night hours we are forced to hear the noise of your and your friend's shoes, boots and heels, this in spite of the sound-proof material I put on the ceiling.
Please avoid noisy shoes when inside the house, turn down the stereo and take the necessary steps to avoid the noise of water flushes, noises in the bathtub and furniture shifting during the night.
Yours faithfully,

The neighbour