I stopped looking for clouds. I started breathing them.
“"LUNGS" isn't just an instrumental track. It's an invitation to pause and breathe. Ricky Guariento's new single is out Friday: discover the concept and pre-save.
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Epiphany Protocol 2026: Oats, Cholesterol, and Ghosts
It's 8:38 PM on January 5th. While the world awaits coal, I try to negotiate gently. No impossible requests this year; I wrote a semi-serious letter to the Befana because, let's face it, she too has her ailments... Dear Befana, Since you have a lot of work to do tonight, I thought I'd make you a nice dessert instead...
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Nabana: Laughing at Decline (and Why We Don't Like the "Best" Anymore)
Last night I went to the Gran Teatro Geox to see Nabana by Angelo Pintus. And I'll tell you something right away: if you're looking for a caress, stay home. Pintus doesn't caress, he slaps. But it's those slaps that wake you from the torpor of "political correctness" that's suffocating us all. The show is a cynical journey,…
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2025 Report (three days later, when everyone has already finished)
My 2025 report: music, blogging, AI, and cartoons. Not a list of accomplishments, but the result of having too much chaos in my head to sit still.
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Nicolis Museum: Genius, Beauty, and the Paradox I Can't Explain
At the Nicolis Museum, I saw human genius crafted from metal, wood, and wax. And I asked myself a question I can't get out of my head.
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The Art of Dumping: When You're the Real Problem (And That's Okay)
It's the quintessential post-breakup scene. You and your friend, gossiping in the office, or at the bar with a couple of beers, and that question hangs in the air like a silent threat: "So... why did it end?" Usually, at that point the script kicks in. The Wounded Hero's narrative begins. He was distant...
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Mr. Happiness (and the invisible weight of smiling).
What lies behind those who always smile? A monologue against the superficiality of judgment and the invisible cost of choosing to seek beauty in life.
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Natus Est: Chronicle of an Experiment That Became an Album (Almost by Accident)
Natus Est is my Christmas Mass with a metal twist. 12 liturgical songs born from an experiment. The chronicle of a project that grew step by step.
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You don't have children, what do you want to know (and other phrases that only protect those who say them)
You don't have to have children to see when protection becomes a cage: a glass bell, fear disguised as love, and the right to make mistakes.
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Physics, music, a granddaughter, and lots of young people who aren't lazy.
At the Liceo Marchesi concert, I saw the physics of sound become emotion. Proof that "lazy youth" doesn't exist when there's true passion.
