Some texts of different matters: Amy, amy, amy...

I know how absurd it is to write to a dead person. So this is not just a letter for her, but to remember what's left. When there is not much we will not go in vain subtleties. If I were a musician I would write songs to the Queen of Soul to sing them in heaven.

By fortune I met her through music, not through scandals. I met her when someone brought to me the album "Duets II" by Tony Bennett, because on september 14 last year, I was listening to the radio about Winehouse's death (I never had heard her before her death) and they put the single that she made with Benett. So, when they brought me the cd, I put it and was thrilled with that song. After listening a few times, thinking it over, I began to listen to Amy Winehouse seriously. And I concluded that it would be impossible not to love a woman as sweet as she was. I will not say that I understand her (I'm not interested in it). I will say that she didn't need to be saved, or wouldn't wanted. I do not think she would like to become a myth. Her death and those who complain it, complain the fact of not being able to listen to her anymore. It is a selfish and ridiculous complaint. She did what she could; when she could not with fame, she left.

Those who say that she was not a jazz singer, listen to her version of "Teach me tonight", or listen to her song "Amy, Amy, Amy" and see whether or not a jazz singer. Of course, I'm not obsessive, and I know that not all the presentations were good, she ussualy jump in bad shape on stage. Also, I know that her style, uncomplicated, improvising in each song can not please most of the time (I dare to say she never sang the same song in the same way twice). It is unfortunate that such things happen. It is regrettable to take refuge in drugs. I would say that one at twenty is not ready to deal with the fame that way, and what is mere chance product of similar causes and consequences, such as excessive fame in youth ("the club of twenty-seven") is has become an almost cult status. For my part, I remember her as the star that shone.

To me she was like Janis Joplin. A woman who could make love in every song and then feel a deep void that was evident on her face. Perhaps it was her reincarnation, maybe now achieved leaving her human form. What we care about that! Amy was in the right place to make the music she knew make. In any case, I'm glad to hear it achieved little or much she did. She is now a star shining on the sky.

For good or for bad, the disgrace only wants strong hearts. This is probably the first lesson that I've learned from she. Thanks.