Italian poet.
Born April 4th, 1881 in Turin.
Died December 4th, 1941 at 60 years old in Turin (sepsis).
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. Gilda Radner