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.