To help us seek duende there is neither map nor discipline.
All one knows is that it burns the blood like powdered glass,
that it exhausts, that it rejects all the sweet geometry one has
learned, that it breaks with all styles.
Federico Garcia Lorca, Flamenco Poet
From Theory and Function of the Duende
www.MatadoraFlamenca.com
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