"On some Autumn or Spring morning in Madrid, luminous, clear, and somewhat chilly, I have shouted while strolling through the fields. Those cries had no purpose whatsoever. I let them escape for the sheer joy of living in such a wonderful place. I burst with happiness, vitality, and, if I may say so, with animal energy. I felt as free and supple as a stag, as in control of the air as a bird."
--José Moreno Villa