About the book: 2016 / "The head of the bed shone in the sun like a fountain splashing with a dazzling brilliance. It was decorated with lions, chimeras and satyrs. The bed inspired awe even in the middle of the night, when Antonio, having untied his shoes, touched the headboard with a weary hand and it trembled like a harp. “Every single night,” came the voice of his wife, “this organ begins to play here.” The complaint hurt him painfully. He lay there, not daring to run his roughened fingers over the cold openwork metal. Over the years, the strings of this lyre have sung many beautiful, passionate songs.…»