Let's hear it for the street 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 |