Solea’ por bulerias harken to the palma

awaken shake off your torpor at least listen to the compas’

better to let it hypnotize surround sound its insistant regular and oh-so-unhurried unworried march to a very different drum

ancient rumors imaginings whisperings expressions of hope of survival of defiance of defiant survival!

ageless timeless an arroyo quiet murmurs trickling its passage through eternity

wars arise between powers in competition they are fought and won and lost and with countless numbers lost fallen buried unburied wept over

and to what avail? To escape the madness la maldiccion’ de la locura is to face the palo la solea’ por buleria enter it feel it bleed it inhale it consume it subsume it.