My dad left me a year ago after 40 days of suffering in the hospital due to a an intestinal bacterium that worsened his multiple myeloma, a disease he had been fighting for 7 years.. He was 87, and would have turned 88 at the end of November.

We had very different perspectives on life, but I often miss his presence. I also miss being able to take a trip with him in silence without having to justify my quietness. We would just be silent and talk when necessary… it may seem like a minor thing, but it was important to me, it was a kind of freedom.

I’m slowly getting used to the solitude at home, and music helps a lot, of course. I’ve set my mind on continuing my musical research to create a song that can be addictive while staying true to my style. I’m happy with the songs I’ve made so far, but I feel the need to challenge myself, maybe to avoid thinking about the people I’ve lost this past year.

It’s a curious fact that every summer I get a strong urge to do musical research, listening to new things, and so on, maybe to see if I’m still able to compose, perhaps out of boredom. I hate the sea, but everyone wants to go there in the summer. I prefer the mountains, hoping to get some fresh air, a vain hope really, because it’s hot everywhere here in the summer. Maybe I only like the mountains because there are fewer people to bother me.

The fact is, I have a strong desire to compose, and now that I can still do it, I’m trying to do it in every way possible.

My dad always supported me and continues to do so even now. He knew it was a vital passion for me and he always indulged me. That’s why from now on I’ll try to make a name for myself musically, come what may. I will always be grateful to my dad for what he did for me and I will always have a tear to dedicate to him, knowing I’ll never be able to reach his worth.

Thanks, Dad.