Francesco Foresta, a singer-songwriter from Catania transplanted in Apulia, in his texts leaves nothing to imagination or free interpretation; he speaks to us about himself, his life, his doubts and his anguishes, and he does it directly, narrating of himself; simply. He is a man willing to make sense of the anxieties that stir his thoughts, to give a face to the ghosts of the past and the present that coexist and fight in his heart, Francesco Foresta is a man in search, who wants to bridge what he was and what he has become. His texts are pages of a diary that fix memories that time does not ease. Emotions that burn in the veins, that scream with rage, that leave bruises in the heart. But if writing makes sense, the goal is to dissolve ties with the past, spread the wings to a new horizon and try to fly plateaus, reach goals, aim well at shooting, follow kites, look at people in their eyes, read the heart, live the moment. And if the words are useful in removing silences that do not pay, in dissolving the bruises of the heart, and not closing the world in fear, then... talk about it, talk about it, scream and ask why. In this work, Francis attempts an autobiography of past and present feelings. His lyrics are loose, naked, lean thoughts that recount, describe, and underline a discomfort and a need: to start from where everything seemed finished. Reflections looking for aoutfit to face life. It is here that the meeting with the music designer (Giovanni Chiapparino) becomes fundamental for dressing of light that square meter and projecting thoughts and feelings towards the infinite: an encounter that becomes a musical partnership to give life to the dream of singing the melody of the heart. For someone, music is a therapy, for Francesco Foresta it is much more. It is a treble clef that engraved on the skin tries to reopen the trunk of dreams.