Sunday, January 23, 2011

Temporary Visitor Driver's License

Rudi Veo, January 23 (Page edited by Gian Paolo Ragni)

" And when we wonder what we're doing, we can answer include" (Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451)

Roberto Franceschi In 1973 she was 21, studied economics at the University Bocconi University and was a militant student movement. On the evening of January 23 of that year the collective of the Student Movement of Bocconi had called a meeting between students and workers at the Aula Magna of the university, the rector of a practice contrary had already gained denied entry to non-members at the Bocconi University, that in fact had prohibited the meeting and the decision to impose a police department was deployed at the entrance of the university. As soon as students and workers have come to attend the meeting mention a protest the police did not hesitate to upload them, there was a brief confrontation and when the protesters were already removing officers and police officers repeatedly opened fire on them with revolvers ordnance. Two young men were shot in the back: Roberto Piacentini, despite the severity of the injury, was saved. Roberto Franceschi died Jan. 30 after seven days of agony.

We had a group in those years, we had founded shortly after the murder of Roberto and his memory was called Collective Franceschi. It was a collective a bit 'weird, some band, which provided political and popular songs, mainly from the popular American heritage, as we were heavily influenced by Woody Guthrie and the Stormy Six, partly political collective, which moved in time ( with the tiny ...) between the political organizations of the then "new left". Durammo a couple of years, before breaking up in the tumultuous movement of the time, in which among other things some of us began to write songs and propose a timetable for the movement which to intervene. This was written by Rudi Veo, a component of the Collective in the spring of 1974 and it seems to me that the ingenuity of its net even twenty years, retains its freshness intact poetry and politics.

Sure the songs should be heard, not only read, but unfortunately finds vintage listeners do not have to date been found ...

[Gian Paolo Ragni]


January 23

How can cost a wad of lead?
How can cost a wad of lead?
What will it take to make a bullet of lead?
little money and little time
little money and little time

How can cost the life of a boy?
How can cost the life of a comrade?
How long does it take to live and think? The answer is not

The answer is not

It was cold last night in Milan on
You were left for the meeting as usual
Put the green parkas
But in the mist you see
But in fog you see is so unreal

Milan
And then at night the headlights turned on in the face of jeeps
only the chill of night on the hair in the pockets
a fist clenching their fists in the pockets


And then the noise and then screams and then gunshots
And then the legs are not support
The hand is no longer locked in his pocket
The fist is raised to the sky
The fist is raised to the sky

was dark last night in Milan on
But you broke out in the sun you do
Of course it is now clear as day
For the murderers will be murderers to
night night

[Rudi Veo]

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