Let's hear it for the street
The street knows it all
It knows about my stuck up girlfriend
The one who's too good to say good-day
Too stuck up to say good-day even to herself
Hers is the face that makes the candle blush
Hers is the face that makes the candle blush

But in the wee hours duende (which is just another word for mischief) has descended and rendered them helpless. A Bulerias erupts, sensibility evaporates, and the people, young and old, are converted into spirits that glow like fireflies and June bugs. An Englishman who managed to survive a week in Buleria returnred to his home only to find that he had lost interest in everything that was particular to his life. He wasn't the first; very often such persons will flee all responsibility and become wanderers.

Title | Contents | Index | Author
Buleria Madrugada || The Women Return | Alegria | The Art of Sitting | Madrugada | Curro's Cave
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