I begin to write to you and many thoughts come to mind and I cannot manage to organize them. My heart beats because I know that I write to a famous actress.
For a long time I have seen your screen work and particularly in the film Niagara—a film that brought you much success. After that I saw many of your other films, where I came to admire you even more, especially after seeing The River of No Return. After the film, I exited the theater enchanted and ecstatic to see that you know how to work so well, and admiring your beauty as well.
After this film, I developed a significantly more profound admiration of you, and I carried you in my heart as though I were…of “Cupid” in person. From that time, I started a remorseless search for photographs of you; I cut them from newspapers, and I put them in an album. I myself do not know how to explain this flame that burns in my heart: It is like a fire that always keeps a veneration of you lit inside of me. Many times I have argued with school friends because some of them claim that other actresses are more beautiful than you. In truth, I have eyes for no one but you, I adore you as though you were a goddess, you are more beautiful than Venus, and I wish that you were to remain always this beautiful.
Very often I have dreamed of you…and I…and it penetrates my blood, I look at you the silence in heart is ended. Moved by the charm of the music, I imagine that you and I danced wrapped in a sky of stars, and they smile at us. I ask for your forgiveness for my letting myself be transported this way, but my heart has spoken these words, not my mind. I have studied English for four years, I could have written to you in your language, but I could not find the right words to express what I feel toward you.
With great joy I want to say to you: “I love you but I am a boy,”…I say, “I am nothing but a fool.” Please forgive me if I have dared to say too much, but I believe that you understand me. Now I feel better, I have said what I had to say.
For many months now I have had the intention of writing to you but I was afraid to give form to this dream of mine. Now I would like to speak about myself. I am a 17-year-old boy and I attend Liceo Classico and I am in my first course of study. I am sending you two photos of me, one for you to keep as a reminder of me, the other I would like you to return to me with your autograph and a dedication. I would like as well a large photo of you, autographed in your own handwriting with a dedication to me personally. I give to you a small photo album, which will allow you to understand how much I admire you. I desire very much something that belongs to you, here I have discovered it; a curl of your beautiful blonde hair.
I would like you to respond to me with a letter. I would be very grateful for it, I would carry it with me like a knight carries his maiden’s colors with him into tournaments.
If it pleases you, I could write to you once in a while, and you might speak of me a bit.
If this summer I move to Rome, and if, by pure chance, you come for work or vacation to the beautiful Italian capital, I will come to find you. Forgive me if, perhaps, I have lost my mind.
I thank you with all my heart and with my eyes in tears, your eternal admirer.