In the park closed to indiscreet eyes
where he loved to walk
returning from the mountain
in cafés by the lake
his voice held the audience spellbound
speaker second to none
he knew how to open our hearts and spirits
coherent
he never denied his past
a real man
who always defied openly
without any deceit or trick
shouting in the squares
names and last names
of those who destroyed Italy
epic speeches in the lead years
where the State’s massacres
have misled respectable people
have distorted the truth
have perpetuated obscenity
Villa Scaroni
how many memories
how many sleepless night
arguments
and historic decisions
where a band of men
heroically
contributed
to the birth of the “Second Republic”
