Rino Gaetano

His first three albums remain among the peaks of the Italian scene of the seventies for me. He was the bard of the outcasts and the poor, and precisely because of his purity of soul and his fundamentally fragile nature, he became a victim of himself and left us on that fateful June 2, 1981. But, dear Rino, your memory still lives on, and it is thanks to your songs that nowadays the sky remains ever more blue.