foto di Luca Donnini
Roma (?), 15 maggio 1958
She would not say of any one in the world now that they were this or were that. She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through every thing, at the same time was outside, looking on. She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxicabs, of being out, far out to the sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live, even one day.
da Il mio pensiero non vi lascia, Cristina Campo, Adelphi