forever immortalized by the 19th
century spanish poet g.a. bécquer,

Rima XI

-I am ardent, I am brown,
I am the sign of passion,
of anxiety for pleasures is my soul full.
Are you looking for me?
-It's not for you: no.

-My forehead is pale, my braids of gold,
I can give you endless happiness.
I keep a treasure of tenderness.
Are you calling me?
-No: it's not you.

—I am a dream, an impossible; 
vain ghost of mist and light;
I am bodiless, I am untouchable;
I cannot love you.
—Oh, come, you come!.