do not ask meI have certainly writtenI love you, and you are full of nostalgia.............She had the last words for meI went and did not anymoreOn the morning of Tuesday SeptemberLast wordsIt was our last meetingBook folded pagesIt was a war with the conquerors of AndalusiaThe dead and wounded were moreOf the victorsKill the hearts of loversAnd trampled on the feelings of intellectualsAsk me if you want moreI said to herdo not ask me