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 … More

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 … More

I come for you hombrelitos. I call for you by name. I bring to you your shame. I steal from … More

What troubles the mule less the fetid, the loiter, the faeces, the longing, the foul-breath, the larceny of death … … More

The elephant he come for the bull the nod of heads, the “ Okay, my friend … “ the trunk … More

The bull he walk off, like the elephant for his own words, with his own death. The quick understanding the … More

My mouth is a Moorish gate of rhinestones and piercings and spikes.

Our stones shear, like our religions. There’s the catch, the shiver. The believer, he beg for a river.

Gargoyle, hija, come, meet me at mass, where I with flatness of wood shall plan to beat your fungal ass, … More

¡ Yeah, gargoyle ! ¡ Arribasé la cabeza ! Lift high your head ! Prepare to receive the bread, Baked … More

Our stones, they shear, they sheer like our religions.

I, the bull, became more tired than I ever knew was possible to grow tired and so sleepy and they … More

RICK tells TIMOTEO of ZUMAYA’s death RICK takes a few days off from tending bar at the Hotel Florida, catches … More

When Timo caught by the Nx convoy he gives up coolly, totally outnumbered, makes sure Alcotán stays cool. Timo knows … More