"...and even from there I'd probably miss my house on the Navigli." (The Navigli are Milan's canals - yes, Milan has canals!). Words of famous Milanese poetess Alda Merini who passed away this week at age 78. She struggled with mental illness throughout her life, and I actually got to know her work when I saw her read at a benefit concert held in the garden of the mental hospital where she was once a patient. Unfortunately, much of her work has not been translated into English but I found this description of her: "Charmingly perverse, cynically joyful, lustfully feminist, and bawdily philosophical...she remains one of Italy's best kept secrets." Below a YouTube video where you can hear (in Italian) one of her poems and then hear her speaking. It begins "I'm crazy, crazy, crazy...with love for you."
Here's an excerpt of one of her poems in English from the book "Unpaid Ballads:"
Don't give me long songs and don't say
that I am frigid
nor that I carry baskets of dense silence
on my fragile shoulders.
Don't say that I'm dreaming again of the wind,
don't say telltale words of love
or of reassurance.