And so, Tina Turner passed away. The wheel spins like the plate of my turntable playing her “Live in Europe”, but it does not stop.
A fighter is leaving, an artist born in difficult times for black singers, an artist who has earned it all. Lucky who saw her live.
And we stand by and watch the wheel turn, unconscious, asleep.
In the personal hope of never being satisfied, of things like italian “Madame” & co.
Ciao Tina