E Penso A Te

"A singer must communicate with his own music and nothing else", Lucio Battisti

As Italians, there aren't so many things (there aren't especially so many people) of which be proud.One of them is a delicate, a fragile, a passionate man who's passed away eleven years ago, becoming a legend with his art, becoming the greatest between the greats. Just like that, leaving us an immense legacy, Lucio Battisti died the 9 of September of 1998, in the silent memory of his amazing and precious voice.He always makes me thing how bad is for someone who doesn't know Italian very well not to be able to understand him in the deepest side of his gentle soul; maybe that's the reason why I chose to tell you about this man of an ancient and rare feature.When I first thought about this personal tribute of mine, I wanted to translate one of his song, to make it understandable by everyone, but then I changed my mind: it would have been a mistake, it would have stolen all the magnificence of his heart, the truth and deep sense of his art.Actually I feel very uncomfortable writing about him: I feel small, incapable; the emotions he gives you are the ones you can't describe, the ones you're only able to live.Today the air is quite cold; I don't know if it's more because of the weather or just because of the melancholy which his memory brings every year, the renew of the sorrow for having lost him, for having lost "our Emotion".