And then She Would Take the Guitar

Took Her to the Public Gardens

Shook the Small Stray Blossoms out of Her Hair

Addressing the President of the Games

We Will Make It More Amusing

She Leaned Against the Side of The Well

Her Hands Still Clasped Behind Her Head

Pepita Sat Down on the Threshold

Shuddering and Sobbing Like a Beaten Child

The Slender Body Breathless and Panting

She is a Pretty Young Girl

Dios! Dios! he Murmured