The same word passed through three minds, simultaneously, philosophical, fatalistic, the eternal refuge of the Italian: Pazienza….

Nothing and no one in the world could kill the love I have for you. I have surrendered my whole individuality, the very essence of my being to you. I have given you my body...

…How I adore you and want you. You can’t know how much…I love belonging to you– I glory in it, that you alone have bent me to your will, shattered my self-possession, robbed me of...