MARIA GRAZIA CUCINOTTA

Maria Grazia Cucinotta became familiar to cinema audiences around the world in 1995 with the release of the highly acclaimed Italian film, Il Postino, starring Massimo Troisi, who personally chose Maria for the pivotal role of Beatrice (first photo) in the film. Il Postino earned several 1995 Academy Awards Nominations, including the coveted "Best Picture of the Year" nomination.

Maria has appeared in a number of films since then.

If you haven't seen Il Postino, it is a wonderful film you will never forget. And you'll enjoy Maria's other films, too, so make a point to see them soon.

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Love Sonnet XI
by Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

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