IN MEMORIAM
CARLA CIPRIANI, “TINTA BRASS”
I was most saddened to learn that Tinta had died.
I met her only once, in April 2004.
She was a tiny little thing, barely coming up to my shoulders,
but she had a serenity and self-confidence that few others are blessed with.
Her gentle voice, her warm smile, and her genuine interest in others immediately put me at ease,
and I so much wanted to travel to Italy again, in part just to talk with her.
My one brief visit was somewhat foiled by so much stress and sleeplessness and disorientation
that I simply wasnt myself, and so I was a nonconversationalist
when in the presence of someone I dearly wanted to converse with.
Thats something Ill forever regret.
For fifty years she and Tinto were inseparable, continuously living and working together.
As Tinto said, she gave him fifty years of happiness. And that is the greatest gift anyone can give.
That wide and thoroughly genuine smile, the way she looks up at Tinto with such boundless admiration and uncontainable enthusiasm,
yes, that’s exactly the way she really was, and not just with Tinto.
She was completely sincere. I’ve never met anyone else like her.
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