Dancing blind, not knowing what steps to take. Without realizing where to go. How to move. Three different pictures of existence A white room, liberty house with a party and a defaced and decadent reality where humans are no longer humans. But aberrant and raged creatures, deformed by technological "evolution", by the stressed fever to be immortal and forever young.

The celebration of women without interference or feminist influences. The celebration of the pleasure that makes life flow. I would like to go back to feminine’s concept perceived in ancient times . Absolute and generative power; in fact, divinities were represented in the female form. Over the centuries this matriarchal concept was revised. I am not claiming the Woman’s superiority...

A thorny and useless topic: the real weapon of mass distraction. While there are people starving or in war, we are here debating this crap. We need a real respect and not this pantomime that slaps and chokes freedom. A new hypocrisy hiding an invisible dictatorship. Blocking freedom of expression. Killing every art form...

I'm not talking about the performances of artists who performed. Those have even taken a back seat. I'm talking about the context of a music festival devoted to an urge to return to an old normality that no longer exists, in such a historical moment. Many music festivals all over the world have been cancelled [...]

Today talking about pain, suffering, depression is taboo. In 2021 you almost have to be ashamed of it, talking about this softly, because we all have to be smiley and joyful. We've evolved into this unbridled wellness, so… no reason to be unhappy… As if being bulimic was a star’s whim. "Yes honey! You love to eat, you are pretty glutton…..."[...]

I was cleaning out closets the other day. And what do I find? Writings from my childhood and youth. Poems and short stories written between 1988 and 1992... What a self-reading effect! This is one of my poems. ...I must say, nothing has changed... I was sad and angry by then! Here's a little foretaste...

Music: the code of life is the Mother Code. The beat of the Earth. My way (and not just mine, fortunately) of conceiving sounds is rather synaesthetic. When they are made, I also perceive a smell and an image or colour related to it. Maybe synesthesia doesn't exist and it is only...

It is our responsibility, if we are slaves! ACT ONE: Soul’s slavery If we don't set our soul free, we can't alter a system. "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings." (W. Shakespeare – Julius Caesar) . Ever since I was a little girl, I've been watching and listening... very much. Let's just say that, being unsociable...

TALENT SHOWS AND PLASTIC ARTISTS: DREAMS' BUTCHERY AND MUSIC IMPLOSION. Ok, I agree, debates against talent shows got boring, unoriginal and out of date. Everybody knows that these are painstakingly planned TV shows, giving no added value, etc. etc. But then, why do these shows still exist? They give false hopes of becoming artists...

Personally I never liked them. Missing the contact , the vibration…. the carnality of the music. It's being misused during these days. People talking to a camera, alone in the room with their guitar and a microphone... But who cares? It saddens me. In such a situation, I find it even unnatural...

An organism on the edge of life. He suddenly managed to change our lives. It destroyed a saturated system, a world based on veneers that was sluggishly regressing. Perhaps it gave us a chance to quiet, for a pause. But he doesn't know that, he just follows Nature’s matters. Nature simply flows. So do we, even [...]

This is the time to rediscover the self, the real value of some words, of a kiss, of a hug. If beauty lies in rareness, this is the right time to appreciate it. To get that veneer of appearance off. That boundless Ego, masking so fragile beings. That having to please at any cost. That emotional "satisfaction"...

In this surreal historic moment and in the confusion of information, often conflicting, about this new form of coronavirus, many ideas, thoughts, emotions, sensations and images have crossed my mind. A feeling of fear, but not the fear of death, something more global and deep. A fear "of kind", "of human race" [...]

When does Art become immortal? When is it beautiful? And how would you define the Beauty? I would personally say that it is something attractive, giving me pleasure, standing out from the rest, something fearless. But not always immortal art, it is also aesthetically beautiful. Let's take, for instance, Cindy Sherman's works. Some people would be shocked and wouldn't [...]

SECOND ACT. REALITY SHOWS: FALSE REALITIES (OR TRUE FALSEHOODS) OF THE OTHERS.This way of presenting celebrities and not, lending themselves to this real fiction, makes it clear the lack of ideas and content useful to really invent something new. A sort of writer's block. But when an artist has no inspiration, he should...