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