The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

“Das wirkliche Leben war Chaos, aber es lag eine schreckliche Logik in der Phant…”

“We did not dare to breathe a prayer, Or give our anguish scope. Something was d…”

“Poets are not so scrupulous as you are. They know how useful passion is for pub…”

“Una donna che non sappia rendere affascinanti i propri errori non sarebbe altro…”