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My heart aches a lot, and I cried all night. Today, Ennio Morricone, the only living composer I always dreamed of meeting up with, has passed away. I have a lot of memories with his pieces, I traveled all over Italy with his music, I sat in the heights of different cities and spent the evening with his pieces watching the sunset. The feeling of his pieces was such that I could feel myself in it ... as if he was playing from my inner world... I understood this from his pieces, just like Chopin in his heart was something no one knew. No one ever saw his smile. I never read about him, but I got to know him completely by his music. As I write this with tears in my eyes, I must say that one of my dreams, which was to meet him up close, is no longer being fulfilled, and with regret I listen to his works from now on. Mr. Morricone, one of my dreams was to see you up close ... π’ Signor Morricone, uno dei miei sogni era vederti da vicino ... π’ Ciao Ennio...
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