We all get one very stupid fucking lieutenant
At one point, we each of us get one very stupid fucking lieutenant. The unreachable one. The unteachable one. The Continue reading
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Sevilla #5: Manuel Escribano, #3: #84, LIMEÑO Came the lightning.
This bull, he bellow his death. This final bull, he take the thunder over his knee. This bull he tell Continue reading
Sevilla #4: Pepe Moral, #2. #61, LIMOSNERO
For this bull: 1. Death, he take his time. 2. Death, he file his nails. 3. Death, he take a Continue reading
Sevilla: I will make you shit your breeches
I come for you hombrelitos. I call for you by name. I bring to you your shame. I steal from Continue reading
Sevilla: Troubles the mules
What troubles the mules is not the presence, the loiter, the stink, of death, rather the intrusion upon one’s dying.
Sevilla: The elephant he come for the bull
The elephant he come for the bull the nods of heads, the “ Okay, my friend … “ the trunk Continue reading
Sevilla: The bull he walk off
The bull he walk off, like the elephant for his own words, with his own death. The quick understanding the Continue reading
Córdoba: My mouth is a Moorish gate
My mouth is a Moorish gate of rhinestones and piercings and spikes.
