In the evenings, when the stars returned to the sky, we gathered and recounted the sizes of the day, diluted our musical memories with fine wine, and often validated pending adventures of pleasure.

Life flowed with considerable dignity; otherwise, his work allowed him to comfortably meet all the financial demands of his daily life.

He wrote, at that time, to his brother: "Here, Armando, under the full moon, the moon descends just above the mills, so that poets and girls with immaculate necks and eager hands can touch it..."