My encounter with Dánae always took place in the Window of their room. This custom, that much more late got to prevail almost between the enamored ones like only possibility, not always carried good fruits to me. Now I know it, but then it seemed to me an incontestable and shining idea. Imaginaos to the enamored one under the window, with its zither or his laúd and his galanterías, entertaining to loved his so that, enternecida, it invites to him to climb once up madreselva and near her, its febrile fit, first, and indolent surrender, later, occurs in the candy and placentero thalamus of the love.

Mr. Nerval

How many times I caressed the idea, before putting it in practice, without daring to me, by the bold innovator and of the situation. But today after it to have experienced long years still it produces tremor and impavidez to me.