Here are two musical ramblings to disprove the stereotype that Italians are always happy.
Meant as soundtrack music I have no idea if they have an independent life. Certainly, heavy they are.
I was younger when I could have fun with my Korg 01/W synthesizer and my Protei 1 & 2 and I certainly miss those days for such ability I’ve later lost but, as the Poet wrote:
Ehmals und jetz
In jüngeren Tagen war ich des Morgens froh,
des Abends weint’ ich; jetzt, da ich älter bin,
beginn’ ich zweifelnd meinen Tag, doch
heilig und heiter ist mir sein Ende.
Once and Now
In my younger years I had joy in the morning,
tears in the evening; now that I am older,
I start doubtful my day
but it is sacred and serene its end.
I find these verses by the Poet so full of beauty.
The final part of a much longer Fantasia I spare you.
An autumnal piece, based on improvisation.