"My steps still walk through Seville Up and down Levies street Searching for my wife, burned In front of the church As I was returning from Granada.
My steps still tread over the streets Day and night, they never part From the pavements in which only my steps exist.
My steps still brand Seville, Its limits and frontiers Its sky and river Its tongue and words. And, when I fall into a torrent of laughter It is because I am mad Crazed by the past, demented From thoughts, deranged From love."
