Spring snow storms.
I avert my eyes from the book…
ABOUT, terrible hour, When she,
Reading hand Zuniga,
In the eyes of Jose threw a glance!
Derision lit up eyes,
She flashed a pearly row of teeth,
And I forgot all the days, all night,
My heart overflowed blood,
Washing away the memory of the homeland…
A singing voice: cost of living
You pay me for love!
18 Martha 1914
