The duende, this ‘mysterious force that everyone feels and no philosopher has explained’, is, in sum, the spirit of the earth, the same duende that scorched Nietzche’s heart as he searched for its outer form on the Rialto Bridge and in Bizet’s music, without finding it, and without seeing that the duende he pursued had leapt from the Greek mysteries to the dancers of Cadiz and the headless Dionysiac scream of Silverio’s siguiriya.
Max/Cadiz
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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