Everyday I promise me again to slacken my pace, as I wrote in the text
of one of my songs:
Corre stanca, corre
l’anima mia per dirmi
Fermati un po’
e guarda il cielo e guarda sopra di te per dirti
Che musica c’è
It’s running tired, my soul is running to tell me
Slow down
And watch the sky and over you to tell yourself
What a music
But so far I did not yet succeed in it. Just during the nights (Notti
Infinite – Endless Nights)I find some peace, when everything has a
rest, luckily also my wife, and with my mind I am able to compose the
music that I put into concrete form with the piano during the week-end.