From the introductory.SOUTHERN Spain -- and a short, sleepless night full of the drifting scent of orange-blossoms; moonlight slanting in a white bar through the open window; footsteps coming and going ceaselessly in the street outside; voices, laughter; then, later, silence creeping in like a deep, slow tide, and suddenly a man's voice, singing: Por una mirada tuya Lo que diera no s yo; Por un beso, la existencia, Por tu amor, salvaci n.The words...