I remember I had this poem by Piero Calamandrei framed in my room. I am grateful to my father for getting her. I am grateful to know how to still enjoy myself. You'll have
dorm Kesselring
the monument that we think to Italian
but that stone will be built
up to us to decide.
Not with stones smoked
of defenseless villages battered by your extermination
not with the earth of the cemeteries where our fellow youths
not rest in peace with the untouched snow in the mountains for two winters
not challenge you with the spring in these valleys
that saw you escape.
But only the silence of the tortured tougher
of every boulder
only with the rock of this covenant between free men
sworn volunteers who flocked to
dignity and not to hate
determined to redeem the shame and terror of world.
On these streets if you want to return us to our seats
end up dead and alive neck same commitment
people close around the monument
called
now and forever
RESISTANCE
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