What sun, what light there was ! They seemed to increase minute by minute before your very eyes: the green became greener, the blue bluer. Not a cloud in the sky, not even if you looked for it with a telescope. The air was taut as the skin of a drum: you could hear the faintest voices of the neighbourhood, far as they were, and all the sounds, the hum of the day that was beginning.


Pier Paolo PASOLINI
A violent life