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
The city was then covered with snow
the streets were white and soft
in that night beyond heavy and red curtains
was dancing a woman from distant and eastern countries.
It was a live
Joanna Mary, it was a wet night of February
when I said: I want to walk with you on the streets
and I want to give you a flower.
Thus began,
city in that night was a boat
preparing to
Joanna Mary, you are now far away
you have always wanted to be away,
Joanna Mary.
You have loved the southern seas that ships
go for days at random
and the ports where the fishers of
It was a great star and full of light
and we watched it from the earth
and you said: Maybe it’s my star ...
No, Joanna Mary, I replied
Your star is different
is a lonely and unknown
