THE STREET WHERE WE LIVE

calles torres, gonzález cuadrado, divina pastora, pedro miguel, clavellinas, infantes (and then right onto infantes and left onto infantes) onto calle castellar onto espiritu santo, jog left onto sister ángela de la cruz, right onto alcázares onto plaza de la encarnación. off the plaza to the southeast and onto that one street with the cluster of boutiques and that street art outfitter before there's the one interesting looking restaurant with the white stools and then the bars just north of plaza de la alfalfa. plaza de la alfalfa where the one guy, that is, some guy who works at bar whatever is playing the typical sevillano and tearing into some other guy (a customer?) about how could he not be familiar with santa cruz. for all he's concerned, there's only that neighborhood and nervión, which is where that other guy should go and see the stadium, the stadium where sevilla f.c. plays, because for all he's concerned (the first guy) there are only two teams in spain, sevilla...and...barcelona? on down toward santuario (fuck santuario) and left onto cuesta de rosario, leaving behind all of the women who've left work early to get a late start beginning the fittings for their feria dresses. straight hipster tapas, gay hipster pizza. calle argote de molina? (abades goes further down behind the cathedral.) the alley of the texas lone star with the view of the giralda. the fountain. plaza del triunfo! (and then right onto plaza del triunfo and left onto plaza del triunfo.) miguel mañara? ...vincent van gogh? avenida de la constitución. to the right, down the grand avenue behind the puerta de jerez, a grand view of the torre de oro. ha. coño de. was the center so picaresque before? around the back of the hotel alfonso xiii (almost refurbished) and left across the entryway to the san telmo palace, a statue of velázquez balanced on the opposite side of the entryway with one of daoiz. (daoiz appears again in plaza de gavidia, but which plaza belongs to velázquez?) in the park across the avenida de roma a statue of cayetana, which someone has graciously labelled for spanish speaking tourists as seville's monument to inequality. palos de la frontera! almost to portugal. across maria luisa and into the park. was the architect of the plaza de españa the same as the one who did all those buildings in nervión? the occupied church? la catolica. and then we've arrived. it's the street where we live. and his bust faces the plaza through the trees. to his left the three graces, seated, swoon at each other's shoulders as cupid takes aim. to his right, cupid, aged, dead by his own hand: the third grace, the love that dies. the man himself, thirty-four when he died. the poet dies young, looking old for his age. the park was so beautiful in memory -- and almost perfect in its presence -- but nothing makes a good picture. the buildings and the pillars and the fountain of the plaza de las americas: too much sky. the shade plantains. too much shade? but still, outside of this sunlight, was the city ever so beautiful? the love that lives...although they've drained the moat around the bird island. fountain maintenance. la catolica. palos de la frontera. avenida de la constitución...