Among the noble fathers, if not 'the' father of the countercultural movement of the Ultras Cosenza in the late 70s, died Piero Romeo. He was ill for some time, but the courage that no, had not disappeared with the disease. He created the first germ of the Oasis with Franciscan Father Fedele Bisceglia, the way his house, commitment and creativity are transported to the curve. Social commitment and stage for the first time in Italy. And a city, Cosenza, thanks to his ultras in the Boot, esportava stile e mentalità ribelle. Eccone un ricordo in versi.
Il vecchio scorse i tetti di Cosenza
si fermò su una roccia
cinquantamila giorni prima
anche l'ultrà Piero Romeo
si era fermato sul colle Mussano
ancora ricordano
Era una coessenza
della sua Cosenza
tipologia umana vera
mezzo secolo di primavera
un gruppo senza capi
Piero Romeo il capo degli ultrà
Dai tetti occupati della Ragioneria
a via XXIV maggio
odor di cantina
air spree
Enzino Gustino
and how many laughs with his faithful Bocci
Provincial
real childhood of humanity as the wolf effigy
style as being true
Indian
without reserve relentlessly
a penny for all
all present
respected and listened to the bourgeoisie and the proletariat
square base
Kennedy as the world at our feet we shot
the districts of
planet trains in sleepy
we have crossed borders
an endless journey that today can not be completed
savannahs of Africa we have seen
sunsets on the lake
children played in the infinite nature
grandly
the food took a meticulous care
with the love of the motherland
there was chili
you meet
ciroma much always at the table
We were poor by choice
and sat at their table with
monaco
crowds we built mountains
destroyed by the merchants of the temple
Curve as a home
colored smoke
drums ROLLANT
choreography by Scala
San Vito in the circle of the aristocracy of typhoid
CUCS Brigades and
Freak and Mastiff
Chaos new guard
many scarves and an ideal
the cry of the rebels
rogue road
a cohort
the face of death
the name of Piero in the stadiums and streets
always raise
still sing the song of the ultras
There are lives to read
like feathers are heavy as mountains lives
Piero was
down the mountain was on a beach in Corsica
dawn listening to the music of the Boss
it had lasting proof
much life, humor and tenderness
Piero Romeo iconic beauty
until the last second
lived
Ti is small, the land
our memory you ever wake
Paris Leporace
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