This Monday begins with her waking up early, lingering absentmindedly in the square before entering the office, greeting with her head held high, "Good morning," with the addition of "to everyone," smiling as she searches for Aldo with her eyes, who tells her, "The girl is beautiful and how attentive she is to your speeches," and she begins – perhaps – her work fresh.

How much death surrounds us and how much we must change into life to exist is diamond on glass, the concrete unfolding of a man in history that only resists alive by peeling itself away with time when the rhythm stagnates and when it impacts the very human body to change.

But it is not enough to understand to give impetus to the face and make it a right: there is no resolution in the conflict of history, existence outside of loving others, even if love entails loving tears, if you fall into error or burn in madness or spoil in the boarding school the meal, or uproot from dense pity for us and pride with pain.

from La ragazza Carla, Elio Pagliarani