I don’t know if you know who this person was, nor do I really care.
The fact is that Jovanotti rides through Resia on his bike and visits the poet’s grave and, before, during and after the concert he held, he praised Pierluigi, with whom he had been in correspondence because he wanted to use some of his rhymes in his own work, paying him handsomely.
Unfortunately, in the meantime, he passed away.

Mayors, politicians, and various other beasts hurried to praise him. This time, rightly so.

But no one thought to call or mention his brother Stefano, my friend and an extraordinary drummer, a true socialist and so much more.
But in the heart, everyone knows, no cross is missing.