“They had painted a lady leaning her arms on the sill of the window. This lady was waiting for a husband. Her flesh was slack and she was some forty-five years old. Perhaps she had been waiting since she was… — Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio Copy Share Image
“Madrid. It was that time, the story of Don Zana 'The Marionette,' he with the hair of cream-colored string, he with the large and… — Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio Copy Share Image
“A gypsy girl approached Don Zana and Alfanhui and held out her tambourine. Don Zana said to her, 'You don't pay for art, kid.” — Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio Copy Share Image
“But Alfanhui didn't want to abuse the rosemary, because one shouldn't tell a lot in one day, since the stories lose their strength.” — Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio Copy Share Image
“They had painted a lady leaning her arms on the sill of the window. This lady was waiting for a husband. Her flesh was… — Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio Copy Share Image
