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 ... 😢 Signor Morricone, uno dei miei sogni era vederti da vicino ... 😢 Ciao Ennio...