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If my guitar cries softly tonight it's not
It's the evening to see people and games in the street that
I have closed inside my chest, I want to remember
I think of it as an overturned boat in the sun in
One day in the middle of August the bicycles on the seashore
Agnese was talking to me in the fiery sand and I
I don't know why I haven't forgotten her
She was telling me of what people said
About her body with malice and joy and I who
I'm feeling the things I felt yesterday haven't understood
Still if it's jealousy or if I'm a prisoner of this
Black sky and a memory that hurts
And if I continue to drink my polluted liquors
It's true that I haven't forgotten those days
It's A little bit of sun has emerged from this black sky
The city winter almost seems like a foreigner
Agnese, sweet chocolate-colored Agnese
Now that I think about it, I've never kissed you