Chapter 2 Andalusian Elegy 2

Night is coming, misty and purple.Misty green and purple lights hung over the church tower.This road goes upwards, sealed in concealment, in bluebells, vanilla, singing, sleepiness and desire.Suddenly a black figure, wearing a hat and wearing a sword stick, his ugly face turned red for a moment in the light of the cigar, came towards us from his hidden coal bag, dirty and despicable.Bella was afraid of being startled. "What goods?" "Look... the white butterfly." The man wanted to stab the basket with his iron rod, but I didn't stop him.I undid the saddlebags and he found nothing.And this kind of nonsense can travel freely and sincerely, without paying homage to the tax collector.