
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see
That brave vibration, each way free,
O, how that glittering taketh me!
ROBERT HERRICK 1591 - 1674

"The Language of Moths" by José Luis Cuerda shown in Spain in 1936. At a time when Spain boils the eve of its civil war. 