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1914-1921 |
Trieste-Zurich-Paris |
his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. |
and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and |
yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes |
I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I |
under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then |
Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me |
a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the |
and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the |
the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets |
the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and |
going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and |
castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman |
lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the |
the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her |
kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with |
years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like |
the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of |
and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and |
