There are less than 50 hours and the month of March 2026 will be passed.
I feel that within me there is a wound that adds to the others, and that hurts.
A few days ago Gino Paoli was missing. He had reached an advanced age, with all the health problems that this entails, and yet I miss it.
How can someone you've never met?
Perhaps the explanation is that not all meetings happen physically. His voice, his words accompanied summers of several years ago, and his music continues to be present in my reality, both in the days before his disappearance and now. Our presence is energy that somehow spreads unique vibrations and breaths.
This deep darkness that I feel is a malaise made of different wounds and nuances. Time passes and, in the last year, I perceive a worsening of my quality of life. First of all a health problem to the ears, so I did not find a solution — and it seems that — and then, besides this, I feel that there are other important aspects: signs of time and my history but also the energy of what surrounds me.
Today is deep darkness. In these days, climb and descend.
A few days ago I wrote on my blog a post entitled "Arrivederci Gino Paoli". Soon after I published it, I wondered if that arrivede were suitable.
This evening I discovered that, in his song, Autunno (to the end, at the minute 4:04), says: "When I leave, I will say goodbye."
And again: "I will return every time you feel lonely, I will return every time your heart hurts."
These words remind me of the warmth of the texts and music of Renato Zero.
I remember that Gino Paoli, in an interview, said that this world no longer liked him, because he felt that it was missing the goodness.
Maybe that's also what hurts: to think that such a voice, such a sensitivity, is no longer here.
I realize I still look for that poem in the air, as if I could somehow reach it, as if a subtle, almost magical contact was possible.
As if I could still connect to him and ask him for help: to bring a little more poetry, a little more good energy here.
The lightness and magic I live in his lyrics and voice continue to exist and, perhaps it is there that I can still meet him or perhaps draw me is the message, energy, a warm voice, history and a reality of other times.
This darkness will pass...
