Laura Quagliotti
To Giancarlo

Some stars shine in the sky that we see in reality are off, death for millions of years ... and yet their light continues and reaches us.

There are people in the little time that is granted them live and die a hundred times more intensely than others; suffer, they are happy and feel emotions more intensely. One such person was and is definitely Giancarlo as I knew him; age, therefore, has a relative weight. You can die at forty years old and have lived a thousand times more intensely than one of eighty.

Only in the dictionary the word "success" comes before the word "sweat". Giancarlo knew that there had to be before the sweat, and then maybe the success came. Despite this, Giancarlo was held away from success, did not like celebrations, the spotlight, applause and congratulations ... All things that many seek obsessively in this business, but he did not want them.

He was bulky and wonderful, focused on his work around the clock as a requirement of life, irrepressible and absolutely need. The proletarian piano between smoke and smell of tangerines.

Repeated every sound, every note hundreds of times to see if everything sounded good, as he wanted.

Each song became like a sister to me, I felt it for breakfast, lunch, dinner; I felt it in the summer, and especially at night ... so much so that then when the song came out and became a "tormenone" (like Self control) I already knew by heart and not stand anymore.

The disappearance of Giancarlo is a great loss to the music world and a source of great pain for his family and friends. But something tells me that his energy is immortal, as his songs. Giancarlo lives in his works, and the evidence is that these outweigh the time and touches the different generations; a song like Green mountains manages to calm the desperate cry of a child in a time of great suffering, a small child who knows nothing of Marcella Bella or the times in which it was composed, a child who may not know what they are mountains having to spend weeks in a hospital. If only for having stopped the crying of that small inconsolable, Giancarlo's work deserves to be remembered. Life is not fair nor perfect, but the music is definitely a great consolation.

The pain, I always thought, should be a private thing and I presume to think that even for Giancarlo were so, but it is also that if you do not share the pain gets too bad. Certain joints, certain balances of relations not know anyone, but life is a privilege not a right, as many believe, and this taught me Giancarlo.

For me it was a privilege to live so many years next to him; the past does not come back, as you could want, but if we let him go, you can create a new present and share the suffering means trying to overcome it.

Giancarlo was able to do something rare: it came from his heart and entered through his songs, in the heart of all. It 'amazing how people "death" in life because of a long illness return to live by death; death ... how much effort to achieve a goal within the reach of all.

Giancarlo, never vulgar with Squallor, often irreverent; remember the timbre of his voice encrusted cigarette and his face touching, aged by Christ during his illness.

How to make a song work? All my memories are not enough to explain the miracle that Giancarlo was able to do with his work; there has to be a secret, a mystery.

In front of him, as a child, I felt like in front of the lamp of Aladdin, a high mountain, a pure diamond that could not fit in with the surrounding environment ...

Giancarlo could always find a feature comedy to anything "serious", but he did so without ever offending. The sages say: "the talent lies in the normality" and talented people do not age and never die.

"The songs must arrive prior to the emotions, and intellect" said Ravel, in fact some songs Giancarlo remain sealed, but they come and they sound good.

The music remains attached to life forever for trick that a musician is never really retired. So Giancarlo, although ill for years, in his deep had never ceased to be an artist.

The cycle of life look a lot like that of love: there is a birth, growth and a loss.

Those who love the world build dams, plow fields, build bridges; to those which the world does not like to look at him with suspicion and write books, make up songs.

I think Giancarlo belongs to the latter category of people and I love to keep talking about him in the present.

At the end of life ques'amore will be the true wealth that will take with us.

Laura Quagliotti
March 13, 2013