We asked twenty strangers to kiss for the first time….
"High up on that mountain
I picked a cane, I picked a carnation.
my beloved must be a farmer.
I do not want a miller
who places me in his mill.
I want a farmer
who will take his donkey and go ploughing
and who will come courting at midnight.
Enter, farmer, if you come to see me.
If you come to see me enter through the court-yard,
climb up the orange tree in order to be sure.
Enter, farmer, if you come to see me.”
—Spanish Folk poem
—Trans. N. Schoeffter