"... Shout as if drained in the cut of the expressive woman's faces due to the absence of expression, only rippled in a sort of eginetic smile. Portraits of soul for the repetition - in the sharp lines of the figurative italics - of a face absorbed and careful to perceive the vibrations of a drama: an allegory of useless waiting, of the futile escape of a destiny that - as Hesse wrote - does not come from one direction and grows within us. ... "[Ennio Rossignoli]