Sorelle di Tania,                                                                                                                                 di Tania “l’onesta”                                                                                                                               di gran sciarpa bianca                                                                                                                          ci han cinta la testa?                                                                                                                     Dov’è la memoria?                                                                                                                         Ricordo che Roma                                                                                                                             un tempo, non doma,                                                                                                                            quel palco scrollò!* Pensiamoci assorte,                                                                                                                             il voto è alle porte,                                                                                                                               Concita chiamò! Non basta … Continue reading →