Nella primavera del 2017, purtroppo il caro indimenticabile amico  Gianfranco (tgfmusica) ci lasciava. Io scrissi quasi tutti i testi delle sue canzoni che pubblicava qui nella community. Facevamo canzoni divertenti, qualche canzone con testi seriosi. I fatti quotidiani, la cronaca, le situazioni sociali ispiravano le nostre canzoni. Da quando Gianfranco è morto,  ho scritto pochi testi.  Tutti sappiamo cosa sta accadendo in questo periodo. Ci sono regole da rispettare per la salvaguardia. Purtroppo qualcuno non rispetta le regole, lo sto vedendo con i miei occhi.  Con quale costo? Volevo ricordare Gianfranco scrivendo una canzone. Mi sono ricordato che lui era stato un lavoratore della sanità. Ho riflettuto su chi oggi nella sanità può morire (e muore) per aiutare gli altri.  Beh... ho fatto questo testo "Ero (Hero) infermiera" nello stile "Sandro-Gianfranco". Un testo senza musica. Al posto della musica, se leggerete questo testo, metteteci un minuto di silenzio per ogni riflessione.

In the spring of 2017, unfortunately the dear unforgettable friend Gianfranco (tgfmusica) left us. I wrote almost all the lyrics of his songs that he published here in the community. We made funny songs, some songs with serious lyrics. Daily events, news, social situations inspired our songs. Since Gianfranco died, I have written few texts. We all know what is happening in this period. There are rules to be respected for safeguarding. Unfortunately someone does not respect the rules, I am seeing it with my own eyes. With what cost? I wanted to remember Gianfranco by writing a song. I am reminded that he had been a health worker. I thought about who in healthcare today can die (and die) to help others. Well ... I made this text "I was (Hero) nurse" in the "Sandro-Gianfranco" style. A text without music. Instead of music, if you read this text, put a minute of silence for thought.

I WAS (Hero) Nurse

I'm dead

for helping you

I'm dead

for caring you.

"Outside the door"

last month

"Just to buy food"

they decreed.

You didn't care

and you had the party

“Because he's a poor loser

who stays at home".

So you thought it was right

and you repeated the party

four friends, a little taste

good salami and good muscat.

Who sees the party?

all come secretly ...

friends are smart

and you're a tough guy ...

But the bomb hit you

it hasn't done you too much damage

but you surrendered

you got sick.

Salami and wine

they didn't protect you

with close friends

under one roof?

Now to your home

you can come back

you’ll stay in the doghouse

and you'll breathe alone ...

you are healed

instead I died

but don't think about it

and keep the door closed.