Burning my hat

When I got to the end I heard lovely guitar music and saw pilgrims taking off some old clothes and putting them on a fire. It was spontaneous, but I decided at that moment to burn my hat. So I took off the yellow arrow I was given in the outskirts of Seville in April, and thought about the hat for a few minutes. It was a real friend and my husband bought it for me at a show a few years ago. Then I put it on the fire and watched it burn.