Amore tra le rovine (2015)
Demode Respighi: [writing a letter] My Beloved One, The racket of the muskets and bombs is such that I can no longer hear the sound of your voice, even in my dreams. Where are you?
Demode Respighi: We are nothing but invisible souls who roll in the dirt.
Demode Respighi: Among these ruins, I believe there will be new ideals.