Fulgors of the Earth

Many people think an orange is an orange, but not: an orange is something else. I will see if I can explain it. Luck smiled at me and my new house turned out to be so close to a market that sometimes his trajín comes in and yells at me in the ear: “Take it cheap!”, “good manga!” However, nothing I hear of Malaga oranges. The proximity is such that to drool in front of the sections I just have to cross the street, ritual that I practice especiall…