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Adriana (Stefania Sandrelli) – vivacious and beautiful – has left her small town and her poverty-stricken family to make it as an actress in Rome, but so far she’s getting by on bit parts and modeling jobs. With ever-changing hairstyles, she dances and sings along to the pop music of her day. And she encounters many men, but… does any really know her? In this clip from “Io la conoscevo bene” / “I Knew Her Well” (Antonio Pietrangeli, 1965), Adriana sits at her window overlooking the canal, while the song “Mani Bucate” (Sergio Endrigo, 1965) plays on her record player. Screenplay: Ruggero Maccari, Antonio Pietrangeli & Ettore Scola Cinematography: Armando Nannuzzi This clip is published in association with the cineracconto (photo-story) on “I Knew Her Well,” was published on our blog www.liconoscevobene.net in Parte 5 on September 30, 2023. Non hai saputo tenerti niente Neanche un sorriso sincero E avevi il mondo, il mondo intero Nelle tue mani Tutto hai perduto, anche l'amore Buttato via dalle tue mani, Mani bucate Non hai saputo tenerti niente Neanche un amico sincero Avevi tanto e hai sempre dato Tutto a nessuno Tutto hai perduto, anche il mio cuore Buttato via dalle tue mani, Mani bucate Ora lo sai Nessuno torna indietro E io non sono più io È inutile che pensi a me Adesso piangi, adesso chiedi Un po' d'amore sincero Un po' d'amore per il tuo cuore Solo e malato You could never hold on to anything, not even a true smile And you had the world, the whole world in your hands. You lost it all, even love Tossed away by your hands, your spendthrift hands. You could never hold on to anything, not even a true friend. You had so much and always gave everything to nobody. You lost everything, even my heart Tossed away through your hands, your spendthrift hands. Now you know No one comes back and I’m not who I used to be. It’s no use thinking of me. Now you cry, now you want a little bit of true love, a little bit of love for your heart, so lonely and ailing.