Not resigning oneself to loss is human. And when you're that young, perhaps it is even more so. Years of projects, sacrifices, promises of lives together, of 'sweet summers' obliterated in an instant, with the speed of a fluttering wing: a car going off the road. The summer beginning, 'close to him, he smiled,' fate lurking around the corner. The drama of a day of joy turning into tragedy. Perhaps symbolizing the unpredictability of fate or just its being a son of a bitch. It was 1967, and even then, a timeless song could be glimpsed among the strings of Francesco's guitar. You cannot choose how to die, nor the day. You can decide how to live.
Francesco Guccini - Canzone per un'amica
Francesco Guccini - Canzone per un'amica
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