Calle de Desnudas

Where the Street of the Nudes
meets the Alley of the Dolls
there is a bookshop.
Its owner is a ginger man,
with ginger hair and a ginger voice
(in the Calle de Desnudas, his tastes turn to ginger).

Where the Calle de Desnudas
meets the Callejon de Munecas
there lives a tailor.
He is a blue-blooded man,
with blue eyes and a blue soul
(In the Alley of the Dolls, he drapes a hundred tiny bodies in blue)

Where the Alley of the Dolls
meets the Calle de Desnudas
there is a butcher.
He is a russet man,
with rust-red hands and a red-flecked smock
(In the Street of the Nudes, he hides his scarlet shame)

In the place where the Nudes
are converted into dolls
there is a growing crowd.
It is a pale crowd,
with clutching white hands and pale stares reaching
for the Nudes and dolls, displayed in pale.

When the Dolls come alive
and throw off their old clothes
there is a drunken revel.
It is a purple frenzy,
the purple of life and the purple of pain.
The Allies and Streets flow purple with spilt wine.