La lunga notte guaritrice
"And love looked at the time and laughed, for he knew not need it. He pretended to die one day, and bloom again in the evening, without laws to be respected. He fell asleep in a corner of my heart for a time that did not exist. He fled without leave, returned without being started, the time he died, and he left. "
(Luigi Pirandello)
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