Agostino

She walks with shuffling steps Alone, although surrounded For the first time in weeks, she can see beyond herself The blue of the water is not after all the same as the blue of the sky The sound of her feet was frivolous Things seemed behind her, finally Things she was told were foolish They're not foolish at all You can laugh at the stuff, and she does The wind pushes her clothes against her skin And she feels fine Enjoying the attention of thе air This canal is no special canal And these ducks arе no special ducks But today with them is special And genuinely happened