I want to see him! I want to see him! Just once! Just for one moment! O God, would it be such a great sin to see him? Only to see him … from afar … through the grille! He won’t see me. He won’t know that behind the grille there’s a woman here dying, damned to everlasting punishment for his sake …
Why did they take him away from me? Why did they steal my Nino from me? My heart, my love, my share of paradise … Murderers, who killed my body, and are still torturing my soul!
Oh, how I love him! How I love him! I’m a nun … I know! Who cares! I love him! He’s my sister’s husband, and I love him! It’s a sin, a monstrous crime … I love him, I love him!
I want to see him! I want to see him! If only for the last time! I’ll wait for him at the window of the bell-tower overlooking the street. I’ll wait there every day … he’s bound to pass by … once, just once … God will send him this way …
God – O Marianna, how that word terrifies me! I’m raving, you can tell … I’m beside myself … I don’t know what’s wrong with me … it must be fever … or nerves … I must be mad …