There is a girl in Madrid Who makes the poet crazy. He can't stop to think about her. Day and Night, he dreams about her. He sees her smile in the light of the sun. He feels her soul in the heart of the trees. She is the number one in his heart. The day...

Le monde me semble de plus en plus sauvage. Je me perds dans une divagation mentale. Mon art devient une sublime fantaisie fatale. Je nage, je lutte, impossible d'atteindre le rivage. Je vois le monde d'un oeil bien sombre Comme une fille qui a peur de...