Out of things There is no woman who does not save it by heart .. The names of the men who loved her .. And the number of love letters you have received .. And colors of flowers which was dedicated to them .. There is not a woman inside a compass .. Her the ports of love .. And on the beaches where fish breed. And marries the sparrows .. And on access roads to the south of Spain Where men and bulls wrestle .. Of death under the feet of a beautiful woman ..