And then She Would Take the GuitarTook Her to the Public GardensShook the Small Stray Blossoms out of Her HairAddressing the President of the GamesWe Will Make It More AmusingShe Leaned Against the Side of The WellHer Hands Still Clasped Behind Her HeadPepita Sat Down on the ThresholdShuddering and Sobbing Like a Beaten ChildThe Slender Body Breathless and PantingShe is a Pretty Young GirlDios! Dios! he Murmured