Warlords do not make war but divide human beings into good and bad. A medical excuse is more than enough to discourage any living thing from its fate. In the meantime, too many hands cross each other in the important rooms to decide on insane actions. Poor citizens bugged as defective video games, which will be classified as infected or sick. There is no choice in the gastronomic oligarchy of the power giants and each menu belongs only to these gentlemen. We live among the daisies until they burn our mental petals to grant us some restless freedom. Meanwhile, large chains advance for those who raise their heads and say no. Sparse guerrillas have raised their voices but the flock follows only its usual shepherd bleating and drooling as always.
The economic recession due to the pandemic and the health crisis have certainly had a negative impact on family poverty, outlining a risk factor for boys, girls and adolescents. The forced closure of schools and the consequent effect of social isolation due to the spread of Covid-19 – especially in the first phase – have greatly increased the risk for under 18s of becoming victims of trafficking and sexual or labor exploitation. Going to school is in fact a fundamental protective factor, which protects from these forms of exploitation. According to the latest data available from the UNODC (United Nation Office in Drugs and Crime) Global Report on Trafficking in Persons 2020, for every 10 victims of trafficking – identified globally – 5 are women and 2 are girls. Overall, 50% of identified victims are trafficked for sexual exploitation, 38% subject to forced labor (about 25 million people), while 6% have been subjected to forced criminal activities and over 1% to begging. In a smaller percentage – but still considerable if compared to the total number of registered victims – it is the object of trafficking for forced marriages (about 16 million), organ harvesting and other purposes. It is estimated that 1 in 5 women in the world were forced to marry as a child. Regarding domestic slavery, although there are no precise data given the more hidden nature of the phenomenon, we can say with certainty that the phenomenon mainly involves women and girls under the age of 16.One of the most widespread arguments in favor of mass anti-Covid vaccination is that it is the only way out of this pandemic and lockdown situation. Whether resignation or conviction matters little, the fact is that there is a general belief that once the vast majority of the population has been vaccinated, this long chapter of suffering can be closed. And the widespread adverse reactions – high fever, fatigue, general malaise for a few days – become an acceptable price to pay for regaining normalcy. However, there is a double miscalculation in all of this. First of all, the elites that govern us do not expect a return to pre-Covid conditions of life, we have been explicitly told in all sorts of ways. Even Prime Minister Mario Draghi, in the government’s programmatic speech, delivered to the Senate on 17 February, said very clearly – referring to the Word of Science – that “getting out of the pandemic will not be like turning the light back on”. But we will still have a chance to talk about this. Here, however, we would like to focus on the second wrong calculation, that of vaccines. In fact, what we are facing is not the hypothesis of a one-off vaccine that eradicates a disease, but the introduction to a vaccination logic that tends to be endless. This is not about being no-vax – we are not at all – but it is a pure matter of logic and common sense. The vaccines that are being inoculated have in fact limited coverage. How much? Nobody knows. The Istituto Superiore di Sanità (ISS) states that “the observations made in the tests so far have shown that the protection lasts a few months, while it will be necessary to wait longer observation periods to understand if a vaccination will be sufficient for several years or will need to be repeated”. But the possibility of a multi-year coverage of the vaccine, aired by the ISS, is not reflected in the statements of the pharmaceutical companies concerned. Both Pfizer and Moderna, regarding the “duration of protection” affirm: «The duration of protection offered by the vaccine is not known; clinical trials aimed at establishing it are still underway ». As for Astrazeneca, on the other hand, nothing is said.Therefore, it is not known. And it is for this reason – explains the Center for Control Disease of the United States – that those who have made the vaccine must still continue to wear the mask and maintain the so-called social distancing. In any case, no one bets on coverage lasting more than 9-12 months. This means that unless the coronavirus decides to spontaneously remove the ailment, the most likely prospect is an annual vaccination. Moreover, even assuming that – according to the latest commitments made by the government – herd immunity is achieved for September thanks to the vaccination campaign, at that point it will already be time to start over, given that in the meantime nine months have already passed. . Furthermore, for the many variants of the virus that are around and that are scary (even if the greater danger has not been verified), it is all to be shown that the vaccines already in distribution are equally effective: everything is to be seen, but also here the scenario probable is that of a continuous run-up to variants and relative systematic administration of vaccines. Even the probable vaccination passport, already introduced by China and which could soon become a reality in the European Union (the proposal will be presented on March 17), only makes sense as a function of continuous vaccination; otherwise in September-October, for the first who have been vaccinated, the passport will already be out of date.Covid fear is irrational. In Italy there are about 35 thousand deaths, 0.049% of the Italian population. The risk of dying from Covid is minimal and concerns very old people and very few young people who are already sick. The government tried to contain the epidemic and then acted consistently. I would have done something different, but everyone should have agreed: the epidemic in fact arises when there is an overpopulation. We are not many on earth (seven billion) but, with the continuous coming and going of people, we are actually many more. The epidemic has the task of thinning the population. It is hard to say, he is Nietzschean, but the pandemic eliminates the least suitable and most vulnerable subjects.
I experience fabulous adventures in distant realms, breathe the acrid, ancient smell of books in majestic castles from distant eras, walk a path made of clouds and fly aboard a mighty dragon with a brilliant black cloak and two eyes of fire. they bow as I pass, I am a royal figure shrouded in a halo of mystery, there is no place in the world that I cannot reach On my head I wear a too heavy golden crown embellished with the rarest gems, I sit on a lined throne of the finest red silk, I have immense armies of the strongest and most terrible warriors, infinite riches and whatever I want. All culture resides in my hands, I get lost in concepts of philosophy and I wander among pages of history. Then I open my eyes again. and I die.If I lived in a Disney movie or in those storybooks I wouldn’t be on the side of the princess or the prince. I’d be with the evil queen. Because, let’s face it, without the villain the story does not exist, the protagonist is only someone who suffers evil, not the one who creates them. From an early age they always filled our heads with these stories of kind girls or boys who didn’t want to grow up anymore because being small was fantastic. They never answered the question “Why is the bad guy being bad?”. This was the question that haunted my entire childhood, and even now I try to find an answer. I don’t care how Cinderella eventually married the prince or how Snow White went to live in a castle away from the evil queen. What then have you noticed that the bad guys are always the ones left alone? I wonder why.There was this thing, between her and life, an unsolved question. He kept her away from the things she loved most, as if she wanted to test her sincerity, her strength. But everyone told her she was a strong girl. No one could ever claim otherwise. He had faced trials that would drive anyone out of their minds. She hadn’t freaked out. She was a little dead inside, but it didn’t matter, because she was strong. So she didn’t need anyone, according to the others, and she almost believed it. Almost, because every now and then she let out a tear for someone, a “I need you”, but on time life put her back in line: she didn’t have to be alive, she had to be strong.You don’t have to please anyone. Whatever you do will be deemed right or wrong by someone. Anything you say can be appreciated or considered pathetic. Whatever you do, it can be considered madness or the most suitable thing. You don’t need to show if anyone is thinking of you, if you are alone or if you are having fun. You don’t need to make someone think about something. Be is enough. For someone you will be the sea, for someone else the storm, for someone else still nothing. But you never stop! It is the biggest mistake you could make. That’s the secret, my little one: doing what makes you feel good, not others. If you have to turn something off, do it, leave it all on for yourself!
Do you know why music is so important to some people? Music is not ready to Judge you for come dressed, for come you speak, for come you act, for me you are a hobby. the music is always there, close to you, prompt to cheer you up, prompt to let you vent, to make you cry when you really need it. it is the music that makes a person’s life better, not the singer, I know, that contributes enormously to all of this, but it is the only fact that it is the music that makes the person who listens feel alive.
Concerts have something magical about them. For days this idea has been floating in my mind, and the more time passes, the more it becomes a real conviction: there is really magic in listening to live music, something inevitably imperceptible through filters, barriers to radio, computer, cell phones or mp3s. I was there, with me a friend and thousands of other boys. Back to pieces, aching legs and muscles now destroyed by the interminable and, almost infinite, hours in a row, of spasmodic waiting. Exasperation and a sense of frustration to the stars, boredom, resignation, an imperfect mix of unhappy emotions, hovered in the sultry atmosphere; evening fell, impatience was added to the mismatched mix; then the music, that music, the voice of the long-awaited singer, pronounces the first words of the opening song. It is a moment. Here is the magic. The X ingredient that added to the mix takes it from imperfect to explosive, gasoline thrown on a dying bonfire. A thousand and more voices intone the notes of the song, a thousand and more exhausted boys, terrified by the wait, who jump, rant, reach out to grab as many emotions as possible, to fill the gaps with the memories of what will not be remembered as an evening equal to the others. It goes on for a couple of hours, between screams, tears, jumps. Then even the spell ends, the last note of the last song marks the end of the spell. Magic, like everything, ends, but it doesn’t break. The aching legs, the back to pieces, the stress of waiting are gone, the excitement, the goosebumps, the chills, a moment of happiness as long as the songs played remain.
My body and soul are accomplices of music. Always. Thanks to the vinyl collection of my parents, young people who lived and played a leading role in the global revolution of the 70s in Italy, in the years when composer’s music told the story and the feeling of that time. I remember how it was yesterday, when I was a child I put my ear to the big chest of my beloved vintage Marantz while I listened, I laughed with the loud volume while my heart vibrated perceptibly. The sun came in without a filter, in the center of the living room, I closed my eyes and flew Elsewhere. That Elsewhere where I often go back to drawing in my mind what emotions tell me, rediscovering the pleasure of my passion to which I dedicate my happiest and most authentic time in the name of a great chance. Listening to music. In this space I will try to collect mostly Independent Author Music because only as independent do you exist and resist, because it is the urgency to communicate and share elsewhere that reveals the unexpected wonder of a soul that in melancholy returns free and in light. . Writing words and sounds with a gentle and respectful hand is my mission to reveal the added value of an art steeped in authentic life.
It is not easy to be a Musician. It is not easy to invest all your time and resources in something that many – and often those closest to us – consider a pastime. It is not easy to maintain one’s direction towards the dirt road when shortcuts open before us to live a life of stability and a fixed salary. Yes, maybe it’s easier, but it wouldn’t be the life we want to live. It is not easy to give up on outings, birthdays, parties, trips and holidays because we have to study for a concert or an important rehearsal. Precisely for this reason it is not easy to find a partner who can understand all this. The musician is that person who puts a little color on gray days and is the one thanks to whom you shed a tear while watching a moving scene from a movie. Finally … The musician knows that he has to fight daily against a basic ignorance and he knows that he is not as indispensable as a mechanic or an electrician, so he must be doubly good at knowing how to promote and see himself. In short, if you meet a musician, think you have a rare and particular person in front of you. Beethoven said that architects are respected because they are able to design bridges to join opposite banks of a river. The musician, on the other hand, must be respected even more because he is able to unite souls and hearts.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 