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The duende is a power. The duende is of the earth...the dark sounds, a struggle not a concept. The duende is not in the throat, it surges up from the soles of the feet. It is of blood, of ancient culture, of creative action. It calls one out... Duende is silent, nearby, a pregnant and overwhelming power...it is death, life, and fate...the consummation of risk and knowledge. made visible it is huge, potent, patient, but less tolerant than anything the human will can grasp. Duende is a sweet bliss that will infiltrate the blood-stream like toxin.