"My sister! Have you ever heard the dead speak from the grave?
I am dead! Your poor Mary died. Me from lying on the coffin, covered me from the mortuary cloth, recited the requiem, bells rang ... It seems to me that something I funereal weight on the soul, and my limbs Let them be inert. Between me and the world, nature, life, something is heavier than a headstone, more of a silent grave.
It 'a show that terrifies! The death in the bloom of life, between the tumult of the passions, the body that sees death the soul, the material that survives the spirit!
dreamy as I open my eyes, I push the look into the immensity, in the darkness, the silence, that stillness inert ... Everything is an immeasurable distance. I see you like in a dream beyond the boundaries of reality ... Are you that you're gone in a vacuum, or am I that I am lost in anything? "
[Verga, Story of a blackcap ]
... not to lose these lines In my opinion, very beautiful.
