▶ For reasons revealed below, this post was created as a blank entry on June 24 of this year and actually updated on September 6, 2026 — the date when one of the greatest and most singular musical phenomena the world has ever been fortunate enough to know would have turned 55. ▶ Dedicated to
During my last travels around the world, upon reencountering an image already familiar to my memories, a beautiful and unexpected insight allowed me to view from a new perspective the questions that, born of the awareness of my utter insignificance among Earth’s more than 8 billion inhabitants, keep popping like popcorn kernels inside my restless
English version coming as soon as possible (which might take a while). 😬 In the meantime, maybe your browser’s translator can do a decent job on the original text. If you want to try it out, I do wish you the best of luck! 😬
In this New York Times article, Scott Vener, musical director of a famous TV series, laments the fact that playlists have replaced his favourite music blogs and declares that he misses reading passionate music fans talking about each song they used to post. I agree with him. I mean, I truly believe that hearing good
Five years ago, while walking around some stores a few weeks before Christmas, I was suddenly petrified by a scream that erupted in my mind, “Jesus Christ (the supposed reason of it all)! There are so many great songs about Christmas. Why do they keep torturing us with these super-boring ones?” That was when, despite
saudade/saʊˈdɑːdə/ Technically, it’s a complex emotion caused by the absence of something or someone who, unable to be reached, leaves in their place mixed feelings of nostalgia, lack, loss, emptiness, incompleteness, distance, and sorrow – all watered with joy and gratitude for the memories that keep alive both love and a deep desire to once
For months, if not years, I’ve been trying to bring a minimum of order to the utter chaos made out of my, literally, thousands of files stored in clouds, external drives, laptops, tablets, cell phones and, to the surprise of some (or many), in good old notebooks or any piece of paper where I can
Yesterday afternoon I was thinking about what to share here after such a dense short story. At night, the sky surprised me with an unexpected answer. Although the Northern Lights were really subtle in my neighbourhood, for a day that started so grey, ending with a colourful night felt like a light caress to the
Today is her birthday. Seventy-three years of life; two exactly since some behaviours that had been sporadic until then, sometimes almost comical, made it clear that they were signs of something way more serious than I could have imagined. The physical distance didn’t allow me to properly discern it, but it felt like, in the
