Tonight I dreamt of her. Many wrinkles in her face as many as the years that I spent with her. In every wrinkle I see the breath of an immortal age, the freshness of an innocent feeling, the neatness of a fertile existence, the intimate innocence that today separates me from her.
- Seminar on Danilo Dolci at the University of Messina
- Dal trasmettere al comunicareFrom transmission to communication