Adriana Pedicini, “I luoghi della memoria”

“However, Teresina continued to smoke her butts and drink her wine. And with her eyes fixed on the stars, she talked, talked, remembered or took flights of fancy in search of a world where she too could enter, where living meant laughing and crying, rejoicing and suffering for everyone in the same way. Where the caress of her friend’s hand was given to everyone and there were no protective suits for some, for others only thin skin. “ (page 16)

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