Well, in 1947... in Europe and in Italy especially, we thought of America as all-powerful.
I'm not scared of growing old, I'm just scared of not achieving everything that I want to do.
Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.