"But I have got a smile and
still returns every summer when I drove
or perhaps I was led to count
hair with sweaty hands.
I do not think I asked her promises to her look,
I do not think I chose silence or voice, when
the stunned heart, and now no, I do not remember if it was too shocked
or too happy, and my heart went crazy and
not now, I do not remember,
horizon from which the light fade.
Among the show fresh grass
between long strokes on the finished face, her thighs
those pearly color
were perhaps a flower does not read.
But yes I remember I kissed her with his heart
now on the lips, kissed her
but, by God, yes I remember,
and my heart remained on the lips. "
Fabrizio de Andrè, A a heart
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