At the Il Palazzino di Montese farmhouse (Modena) an extraordinary collection of felines from every corner of the planet: a magical place that also fascinated the Great Master
The message posted on the artist’s official website: “The many expressions of esteem, the memories on the streets and in the squares have been a precious comfort for us”
The social announcement of “CantateBologna”, which denies the previously announced gathering: “It could attract many fans from all over Italy with the risk of unintentionally overlapping with the official celebrations desired by the Guccini family, something we want to avoid at all costs”
Pavana (Pistoia), the cardinal reads a long message built through the songs of the maestro: between quotes and words of the singer-songwriter, he delivers a very profound paraphrase of life, faith, death. Then the embrace with the weeping widow
She was 24 years old in ’66 when she died in a car accident on the A1: the famous song was dedicated to her. She lived in San Valentino. Rita Guidetti is moved: “We grew up together, she adored the singer”
Juan Carlos, the Argentine ‘Sancho Panza’, has been alongside Francesco Guccini since ‘Amerigo’: “He was a master of humility and irony. He had to accept that the audience did the ‘karaoke’, even if sometimes he invited people to pay a little more attention”
About fifty people in the small village courtyard, a tightly secured ceremony. In the front row, next to his wife Raffaella, is Cardinal Matteo Zuppi. Spontaneous applause as the coffin is carried out
Professor Roberto Vecchioni remembers the Great Master Francesco Guccini: “The songs may not have sparked revolutions, but his certainly created poetry. He was a storyteller, he wanted to be the only one speaking, but he was very sweet. He didn’t like to talk about politics, even though everyone asked him to.”
A poet capable of telling the story and emotions of an entire country is gone. With his lyrics full of poetry and reflection, he was able to transform music into literature, leaving an indelible mark on Italian musical culture.
The affection of the fellow villagers in the small hamlet of Sambuca Pistoiese, a village in the Apennines split in two by the Porrettana road: “He knew how to give meaning to all words and with boundless humanity.” The cook: “A person with simple tastes.” The childhood friend: “He wasn’t good, he was excellent”