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