More than fifty million disks sold. He created songs sung from the whole world, interpreting them with Miles Davis, Eric Clapton, Sting, Jeff Beck, Ray Charles, Luciano Pavarotti, Solomon Burke, B.B. King, Bono, Queen, Macy Gray, Dolores O'riordan. Son of a "turning" and a housewife, the small Adelmo Fornaciari grows in Roncocese, among the fields, near Reggio Emilia. A small world between the communist cooperative and the parish of Don Tajadela, priest bella big, populated by memorable characters like the diamond grandmother, grandfather cinnamon, the uncle war, Maoist who only ate rice, the victory, who bends to inflate the Bicycle wheel and shows the underpants by reversing what's underneath and widening the door of eroticism and sexual fantasies. We are in the mid-fifties, in that great piece of Emilia, land of communists and engines, fat cooking and singers. Delho adjusts his mosquito in the workshop who never starts, sleeps in a room where they are hanging over the bed of him wonderful cups, salami, cracklings, ham. He wakes up in a grease and fragrant morning. And he goes to the church to play the organ. In return he serves Mass. An ancient world made of labors, but also of an unfortunate desire for happiness. We are on the eve of the economic boom and Delemo flies to the footsteps of the Luna Park at the San Biagio Fair. There is the turntable. He listens to the Beat Emiliano of the Nomads and the Equipe 84, but also "Let It Be" of the Beatles.