Snuff, flowers and alcohol in memory of Amy Winehouse

Against the No. 30 Camden Square, north London, a pile of flowers, bottles of rum, cigarettes and high heels grows as the hours pass. They are the unusual offerings Amy Winehouse fans are placing the house at the gates of the soul diva, where he died on Saturday with only 27 years.The causes of death are still unknown. An autopsy will be held on Monday and throughout the week, made public the result, said today the Metropolitan Police in London. "Until then it is irresponsible to say that the cause of his death is drug-related or otherwise," said Scotland Yard. And is that both the tabloids and the strange gifts that some fans wanted to give as an offering are determined ahead of time to point to a sad and predictable end overdose. In recent months he had been through rehab after being forced to suspend their European tour after leaving the stage apparently drunk at a concert in Belgrade. People magazine says that Friday night was seen buying drugs.If it is true or a lie, that will be determined by autopsy. In any case, the winner of five Grammys for Back to Black, her second and latest album, became his undoubted musical talent and his addiction to drugs in a cocktail today inseparable until his trail continues past the end.The family broke its silence 24 hours later. "His loss has left us orphans and leaves a huge void in our lives. She was a daughter, sister and niece wonderful." The statement called upon their supporters and the media of half the world following the news from London that would enable them "a little privacy and space in this terrible time."The father of the artist, the driver Mitch Winehouse, had to return hastily Sunday from New York after learning of the sad end of his little daughter. Winehouse's parents had admitted repeatedly that her daughter had a problem with drugs and alcohol, "she refused."Be that as it is Amy who died lived as he wanted and did not want change," he said yesterday in Camden Square O'Collow of Billie, 61, a resident of the neighborhood who claimed to be a friend of the artist. O'Collow deposited at her door a pair of high heels that she said belonged to the artist. A few minutes later they had disappeared. Perhaps an opportunist decided to capture the relic in a few years could reach a lot of value at auction. Pink stiletto heels that someday sustained the troubled owner of a voice in a million.