I forgot what it meant to sing one of my songs, to paint an idea, to tell a feeling to those who listen.
I’ve been writing songs for 25 years, almost all of them about the struggle to communicate.
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MY FIRST “REAL" SONG
Imagine this: I’m at university, second lecture of semiotics. My head is a storm, my thoughts racing. Inside, I’m restless. Something isn’t working. So I try to turn it all into images, hoping to make sense of it.
The first picture comes instantly: a boy falling endlessly, tumbling into the void of the universe. What I didn’t understand at the time was that this song wasn’t about some boy at all. It was about me.
MY FIRST “REAL" ALBUM
In these days I’m writing a lot of music. It simply happens: in my whole life I passed through different moments and different interests. Now I think I have something to say to myself and the world.
I don’t want to earn money with my songs, I want to communicate. Even if it hurts. Even in this moment of fear, war and distance.
Our voices can be heard if we raise them. Together.
A personal journal about neurodivergence,
music, and the courage to be understood.