What Is Love (I)

Be free to express yourself not by imposing a domination that allows the continuation and reimagination of a "masterpiece", but by identifying that way of interpreting the pure experience that allows the feeling of authenticity to be triggered.

I live at the boundary between two worlds, their thoughts and their memories, from which the tangled substance of interpretive imagery based on desires and fears seems to have come out. Everything that surrounds me is subject to the shadowy look of criticism pushed to the analysis of the difference between what I can change and what happens to me.

A fact that provides support in understanding the complexity of my being, its thoughts and manifestations, as a perpetual expansion of the Battleground between the force that triggers certain mental processes (attention, perception, intuition, consciousness) and the subconscious response to the consequences of a failure of creative power.

"What Is Love" is a perpetual reason for activating the exit from a roundabout, an exercise to justify my escape from a reason that, like the shortcomings of a sandy beach, is based on the nostalgia of past times. Do you know what unpredictable powers are hiding in a melody, in the splendid art of sounds and tones, in an inspired choice of words, at an energetic rhythm you hardly manage to get your head off, and how it can help make it better and easier for you in your life?

All gain coherence, unforced understanding, increased intensity, causing a state of connection to something immeasurable and indestructible. Just as when you manage to ignite your imagination with the enigma of the depths of a sensibility that resembles a resurrection to express itself, of a near-real hotness, life generating a letter and a point, a value of a musical note, accompanying the role of moderator, a masterpiece: "Just me and you".

What support do you find in understanding the temptation to go beyond the limits of rational dominance over the phenomenon commonly called "life"?

I live with the impression that if I engage with all the intensity of my thoughts in an emotional context, like when you first meet someone special, by completing a double screen in which half becomes the echo of the other, I will be able to distract my eyes, the imagination, the mind and the soul, with new episodes from a significant space, a great transition to a new beginning, authentic and maybe even eternal. A space full of challenges and fulfillments, lively and colorful, where everything is relative, based on the emotional torment between "What is right?" and "What is wrong?"

There are some who have not learned a musical note in their lives, neither treat the intelligent approach of a score, nor move in a great way in the rhythm of a mad piece, nor understand the true value of the chorus: "Baby, don’t hurt me / Don’t hurt me no more". But sing extraordinarily by ear. Dance like nobody cares. That way they feel at ease.

Their support is the impetus to a realm that they do not master too well, but they consciously experience it as a kind of rupture felt between the poet and the genius from which a philosophy of individual liberation is born from that dependence on the complexity conveying the idea of perfection. A philosophy that accompanies the artistic movement that consists in representing thoughts and feelings in the act of creation in a spontaneous manner.

It is a kind of selfishness that is above the state of complication, multiplication and fragmentation of the particular, which is caused by the strain for greater pleasure, for a faster success, which takes you away from the rivalry between what is good and what is bad, what is perfect or imperfect.

In art, we must see man’s perception of perfection, where the impossible beginning is at times as much as half of the whole success, but in particular we must observe a creator’s shortcomings of the source of happiness that he contemplates and which subsequently enters another line of his concerns.

Leadership is a combination of potentiality and expression on the basis of which those extended moments of interaction between man’s expectation towards performance and his release from the complexity addiction that conveys the idea of ​​perfection.

The sever fidelity of my thoughts to the content of a single that represents me deeply, to the fact that it manages to fill any void in me, even incomprehensible in this unfolding life of fantasy and mystery, prepares the great pass beyond the limits and the meaning of perspective representation in art.

The change that my art initiates, the last phrase that ends a novel I will never write, is a preview of a frame from an imaginary landscape connected to the voice of a man who wants to be heard interpreting a combination of several musical styles linked by a common denominator: "This is our life, our time."

What Is Love is that act of understanding life intensely passed through the filter of art, causing a state of connection to something immeasurable and indestructible that supports the enthusiasm and energy that should give evidence to become free.

Be free to express yourself not by imposing a domination that allows the continuation and reimagination of a "masterpiece", but by identifying that way of interpreting the pure experience that allows the feeling of authenticity to be triggered.

It is a pleasure to seek perfection by referring to the deciphering of the meaning of a masterpiece, but is this occupation according to your taste and your way of being?

* Note: Haddaway - What is love