Black Tape for a Blue Girl - Fin de siecle

We discovered them on the advice of a gigantic comrade of few words, rough, magnanimous with the enemy and unyielding with himself; tender, though, with the small and the weak. It was the '90s. We often observed him at work, with the devout respect one owes to the pure of heart, amidst honorable brawls and random readings of Pound and Farinacci.
We can never thank him enough. He is now in Valhalla, and we miss him when we look at the fixed stars in the firmament, vague and distant.