A Brief Prologue from "Dreamers Out of Step"
There was something mystical about La Doma de les Flores that made people lose all sense of time. Urgency slipped away, decomposing lives until nothing was left but a stone marker that revealed nothing of the body beneath it. La Doma madness entered the bloodstream soundlessly, inflicting a fickle craving for warm beaches, lulling the sojourner to the ocean, and the artist to the street.
La Doma possessed souls during life and for some believers past death. More than one spirit haunted the Spanish fortress, the marketplace, the college, and the burial grounds entombing children, soldiers, and fevered women.
The inspired grew restless inside the hothouse beauty of the port town as they hungered for food, thirsted for wine, ached for union, and prayed for God. Nothing fulfilled an empty pit inside a rotten pulp.
A few survived taking nourishment from La Doma until the time came to leave. They refused to conform, wearing madness as they would a suit of clothes…
I wrote my introduction when I was twenty-seven and it still sums up my feelings about St. Augustine.
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