‘I’m here … for not being at home, to escape the master of the inn. I’m here … Blessed because I’m doing. No kidding. O pray, o. … a box of matches. Do you know? Mochi does not return. Do you know? I lost my voice! Yes, completely lost. The day you wrote … and that does not answer me, you know, when you asked those to pay the inn real …. Well, for that day … that night … and had offered to pay, and did not pay … because you did not answer … I had a battle of insults with D. Carlos … The infamous! …

The Gorgheggi paused for a moment, because choking emotion, anger, grief, shame …. Two tears, which must have known of vinegar, he peered into his eyes.

-The infamous had the nerve to insult me ​​as a woman lost …, I threatened to justice, with plants in the stream …. I started running, I went out as he was, without a hat …. But I came back. Because I left there all …. My luggage, all I have in the world. I do not know why I took that night in the cold, angry, wet down the street … Oh! In short, the voice, which was very wrong, it was suddenly …. Since that night, singing … as your wife. I do not leave the inn … I can not pay. D. Carlos insults me sometimes … and other me compliments. I do not want fans or high or low … I do not want … because it all makes me sick. Mochi does not return …. In my last letters have not already answered. Like you. You are gentlemen. You are asked not to receive four quarters of a miserable insults … and do not you reply …. I do not know where to go, at home I spy my creditor, who wants to be my lover on the street after me fools, bores me stupid curiosity of the people …. I have no money even to escape … Why escape to where? I get into the church. This is mine, as all. You taught me to feel this way, to want peace … to dream … to wish impossible …. Here I am quiet … and I pray my way. I have no faith, which is called faith …. But I would like to have it.