With the key everything was possible.
Especially with the key of the score.
No contact, no relation.
Only link.
Even if this looked impossible.
But with the taste of History in his mouth
he knew that it was his life.
He was born old.
It was necessary for the memory,
it was a request of Time.
Intelligence was the flashpoint
but memory was the starting point.
Installed ROM.
Embedded RAM.
All the initial conditions were satisfied.
It was the way to go to the front
and in contact with oblivion.
Everything was ready.
He found the key…
And he started the score.
But he had to find a new fingering
and the duality.
Like a liberation of occupied territories.