This display of this piece(s) that I present are the result of this daily recollection. I wanted to build a composition or, to a great extent, to put together ideas already worked on, recorded until now. I take this opportunity to give myself for the first time to the nylon string acoustic guitar, better known as classical guitar, after superficial contact during adolescence, with reservations and/or doubts if I am that person who “existed there” if I was if I am, if I am not, or if existing, and if it is worth it. I then evoke ideas of composition, harmonization, technical resources, and other institutions, internalized somewhere, sometimes complex, sometimes simple, I’m not sure if so. A mistake without destiny in my own way, a schism towards the persecuted place, an eminent loneliness perhaps. Something by miracle or simply by chance remains. “The contact that I remember! I have with me, it attacks me, that I follow and will always follow, regardless of reason or reasons, a certain path that perhaps points wisely to “my” path, “this my” dream or simply visions the flashes that echo from me to myself or to others, in short, the poetry of this phenomenon that is what fascinates me and forces me, in accordance, of course, with the (world) that I observe/feel and/or restricts me, because the “truth” is a whole, I learned! Vulgarizing: a single response to any act or phenomenon is an affront. Everything is very difficult and a disgrace… And a violence. But: Better to die than to violate! Everything wanders side by side with the fear of not dying. And that’s what it will sound like! In short: Compositional solo written with nylon string acoustic guitar.
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