Bianca Brogi, the patient who called herself a film actress, came to the San Niccolò asylum in the 1920s. Her interesting career can be read in full here
Le storie del manicomio: Bianca, la diva dimenticata.
Here is an excerpt from her poem "Ricordi di fanciulla"
(In memory of my dear friend Annina Danielli-Magi, who died at the age of 30)
Stanzas 18 to 22
I am very far from Siena I spent my youth now comes autumn Beauty is already fading.
In Italian theatres My song scattered with pleasure Gathering gifts and flowers I loosed this sweet spell. From the glorious laurel I put on my blonde hair And the cheering crowd Each called my name.
Joys, follies, sorrows, marriage, sorrow, I have tried and without a child Then I found myself alone
Alone, sad and silent In this eternal Rome I spend my days as if they were in Auvergne
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Here is an excerpt from her poem "Ricordi di fanciulla"
(In memory of my dear friend Annina Danielli-Magi, who died at the age of 30)
Stanzas 18 to 22
I am very far from Siena
I spent my youth
now comes autumn
Beauty is already fading.
In Italian theatres
My song scattered with pleasure
Gathering gifts and flowers
I loosed this sweet spell.
From the glorious laurel
I put on my blonde hair
And the cheering crowd
Each called my name.
Joys, follies, sorrows,
marriage, sorrow, I have tried
and without a child
Then I found myself alone
Alone, sad and silent
In this eternal Rome
I spend my days
as if they were in Auvergne](https://verse.works/image/w3840/static%2Fuploads%2F0x4d1aa5496ca60daf607ad7acba4e8fc819b1127d%2Fc4b4eb76-30fa-4842-8b3b-28e85d926034.jpeg@webp)
