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￭ in return for your navy blue shirt
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Joanna Mary, those nights
will remain in memory of the statues
from the big boulevards.
They saw me walking besides you
and how I was coming back alone and sad
crushing between the teeth all the bitterness of the world.
Joanna Mary, and in those nights
I felt again
the sublime taste of dynamite.
There have been nights
when I wanted to blow up the whole city
all the people who were sleeping.
There were nights
when I was staying awake until dawn
alone and glum
thinking of you
and I was seventeen years again
for your beauty, Joanna Mary.
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