I've always seen pacifism as a great virtue, but maybe I was wrong all along: what a wonderful, liberating error it was!
Its the same old interior conflict my very own fertile field of creation. Ambiguity, hot and warm; the doubt whether good or bad, love or hate: I have the need for every single one of them, there can not be one without the other and I want to possess every feeling or none at all. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank all of those who dislike me because it only makes me stronger; a weak thank you note to those who like me because they only make easier.
Learning how to acknowledge the inherent beauty in every single particle, the need for it is way beyond our own morality; to become an afirmative being and just turn my back to all those things that just cannot relate with: my perfect project!
New sounds and colors need to be found, we must return to that angient will (!) of thinking big: Come to think of it isn't it absurd to claim that the most beautiful things have been done, written or said before, when mankind itself is nothing more than a small child?
An artist never knows its true will power. I made a pact with the devil in which I will eventually get burned: just let go... go where the music takes me...
