'' On the runaway of life, she was never the same, even if she was from London to New York from Berlin to Paris. In Milan, as a flower petal, was enclosed in the fullness cotton dress, and go around shining, shining as if it were simple, and embrace God with a smile was normal ... no, that was all, life was , was the steps, she was so delicate that no one but the strength she had, and was as beautiful as anyone, even march past, she was like an angel in heaven, whose light went beyond this world.'' Héber Bensi