Ma chi se gridassi, mi udirebbe, dalle schiere degli Angeli? E se anche un Angelo a un tratto mi stringesse al suo cuore: la sua assenza più forte mi farebbe morire. Perchè il bello non è che il tremendo al suo inizio.

-Isabella Santacroce

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