.... I entered the room, and in the dark past his person, his being. She was sitting with both arms resting on the table.
I looked, but could see no speech, nor even could I hear any word.
I went to see her better, but as I laid my hand on the table, vibration, even if minimal, caused the total disintegration of his figure.
what was a body, well defined, assumed the appearance of a heap of dust, half on the floor and the rest distributed on the table and chair. I sat near the remnants of what was for years my torment, my reason for living, my illusion.
a sigh was enough to wipe them out completely ...
Carlo Modi Caravagna
Excerpt from the book "Stories of Mary - a small collection of writings"
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