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Ten years ago .......... Presentations

died on 29 May 1997, drowned in the Wolf River, Jeffrey Scott Buckley. His talent, his music, his voice is incredible tattooed in my mind and have not given up more. For those not familiar
recommend buying (yes I said buy, certain things are worthy purchase) Grace, his first (and essentially only) disc. I am convinced that, as has happened to me, you will be enchanted .......


This memory, from the book "The Guardians of Time," is dedicated to him ...

May 29, 1997 Memphis

The moon shatters into crystals of silver liquid in a thousand reflections, pale beam, turning the water of the river in a crinkled silk carpet. He looked again at the sky. Cruel Stars stared at his eyes, penetrate the heart, illuminating thoughts. A sad melody across his mind, the cul lando like leaves scattered on the waves of the River. He left the guitar on the stones of the shore and walked toward the water. I want to whole lotta love ... I want to whole lotta love the voice repeated shrieks of stereo. Led Zeppelin. Jeff stopped, as captured by a thought. She turned, smiled at Keith and plunged into the River. I joined the wet clothes to the skin making him shudder. To warm up your pace and started running. When the earth under their feet failed him he sank and darkness enveloped him. Feared, and emerged gasping. I want to whole lotta love. The music came to him, fragments of sound that comes together in his mind. He began to sing. I want to whole lotta love. He immersed himself again. Dark, then suddenly, a light in the darkness, a thrill. Surfaced to breathe. I want to whole lotta love. It plunged. The silence revives the thread of his thoughts. He must do better, could do better. Tomorrow would come the boys with them would be able to play that tune, to sing those words. Even that light. And a deafening hiss, a scream. Emerged. It was now far from the shore, soaking wet clothes, heavy shoes. The music was covered by the roar of the current. The Wolf River was howling around him. In music that he heard a roar, a melody I knew who had tried to preserve in his heart. It was like a reminder: the song of the sirens. His lips whispered a name, while the roar all around seemed to be the background of those words. ... Browse by me, sail to me, hug left *. Be embraced, let go drifting like a leaf at the mercy of the waves, free, finally free, no direction, no goal. He saw the pillars of the bridge. Navigate to me, sail to me. Arrival, he thought. He swam towards the bridge, reached out and grabbed the gray concrete. A distant call. It was Keith. Lando was ur 's something. She listened. A rumble seemed near, increasingly, more and more ... He turned. The shade of a boat licked the pillar. A moment of eerie silence, then a wave swept him, suddenly. She held her breath. Underwater Black tried to re-emerge, but the current dragged him down. ... And I could not wake from the nightmare that sucked me and drags me down ** ... Her voice screamed in his mind. Panico. The shoes were full of water among the boulders that nailed the pitch black walls. It was the end. Tossed lost orientation. Where the bottom? Where high? Suddenly everything was silent, the current subsided. Exhausted he heard her voice calling his name, closed eyes, he sent an invisible kiss. I am not afraid. I'm ready . .. and I feel them drown my name so easy to remember and to forget with a kiss, I'm not afraid to leave, but is so slow *** ... Let me sleep now ... Ah, the calm beneath that wild river poisonous **** ... Her voice enveloped him and rocked him to the bank. Hide a leaf in his hands.

The wolf had sunk its fangs on him, the leaf had sailed, his mind was clear out, finally. Voices of angels, mermaids songs, melodies of the heart, a thought, a prayer, the highest ever heard. Un sussurro di vento su un petalo di rosa.

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*… Sail to me, sail to me, Let me enfold you… (da Song to the siren – Tim Bucley)

**… And I couldn’t awake from the nightmare that sucked me in and pull me under, pull me under… (da So real – Jeff Buckley)

***… and I feel them drown my name so easy to know and forget with this kiss I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow… (da Grace - Jeff Buckley)

**** ... Ah, That calm below ... That poisoned river wild (from You & I - Jeff Buckley)