Identificazione di una donna

Yes, because a context like
theirs requires virility,

courage, life,
none of which creates
a relationship of violence.

You know, that girl abandoned her husband
because of their ideological differences.

She went away, leaving her child,
to live with that guy.

Together with her husband, she then
appeared in the newspapers.

- Even the husband is in prison?
- Yes.

- What a romance.
- They have everything in common, those two.

Ideology, fanaticism, clandestinity, risks,
Of course they were fine together.
It is when two people have a normal
relationship that the trouble begins.

- Do you want to go to the cinema or a theatre?
- Yes.

- What's that for?
- They brought them here in the afternoon.

- They're for the girl...
- Understood, understood.

There is a note attached, look.
What a funeral of honor.
- Where shall I put them?
- You take them, Romolo.

Excuse me, what will I do with them?
Listen, give them to that gentleman on the
floor below, see how pleased he will be.

What do you know...
Damn that whore and these flowers.

Did you ever happen to hate someone?
No, no.
I'm afraid of real hatred.
Is it the same girl... of the riding ground?
It is not her I hate.
It's the one who sent me the chrysanthemums.
He must know it's all over, and still he continues.
Among the many things I believe in,
there is also hate.

But there's a little too much of it in him...
and he unloads it onto me.