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From the darkness, to red, suddenly
glow of the sun in my eyes:
finally free!
I run like crazy in the big mall.
*
But it is an odd square, not a blade of grass,
but only the yellow earth, yellow ocher. Not that grass
yesterday's big prairie,
not trees in the distance,
no longer play hide and seek
with muchachos that they all cried
"aha toro", spins around.
*
I have pinned his neck
a beautiful ribbon, the farm where I was born,
that, to tell the truth, it burns a little.
*
In this strange clearing all run away now,
seem crazy,
running on my arrival: one pickaxe,
this from a horse, a betrayal,
wan me, is my torment suddenly
I diminish the forces on the knees and fall.
*
dim, and now I see everything blurred
everything seems to dance around
and defend myself when attacked,
only beaten by "tablas" and " burlanderos.
*
Immediate think females left,
consecrated love
from my foul, to procreate, on behalf of human
others like me and three years
use them again for this vile practice,
in my sweet land of Spain,
Andalusia.
*
I think I hit my tormentor,
among many others,
flung away into the sky,
while collapse, already full of harpoons, *
I lose all my blood,
point me to the ground
resting her head kneeling in front,
between legs
not to fall, and resist.
*
But because we have the all with me. . .
*
I hear from the neck into a long stick,
bet that penetrates my heart.
The last thing I see,
blood-red eyes
a billboard White
glow of the sun in my eyes:
finally free!
I run like crazy in the big mall.
*
But it is an odd square, not a blade of grass,
but only the yellow earth, yellow ocher. Not that grass
yesterday's big prairie,
not trees in the distance,
no longer play hide and seek
with muchachos that they all cried
"aha toro", spins around.
*
I have pinned his neck
a beautiful ribbon, the farm where I was born,
that, to tell the truth, it burns a little.
*
In this strange clearing all run away now,
seem crazy,
running on my arrival: one pickaxe,
this from a horse, a betrayal,
wan me, is my torment suddenly
I diminish the forces on the knees and fall.
*
dim, and now I see everything blurred
everything seems to dance around
and defend myself when attacked,
only beaten by "tablas" and " burlanderos.
*
Immediate think females left,
consecrated love
from my foul, to procreate, on behalf of human
others like me and three years
use them again for this vile practice,
in my sweet land of Spain,
Andalusia.
*
I think I hit my tormentor,
among many others,
flung away into the sky,
while collapse, already full of harpoons, *
I lose all my blood,
point me to the ground
resting her head kneeling in front,
between legs
not to fall, and resist.
*
But because we have the all with me. . .
*
I hear from the neck into a long stick,
bet that penetrates my heart.
The last thing I see,
blood-red eyes
a billboard White
Plaza de Toros
Puerto Banus
Domingo, 25 Abril 1999
Extraordinaria novillada with picadors
sombra Tendido general
Precio: 6.000 Ptas VAT incluido.
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