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Oh i remember you … showed me a painting one day ( there is no such dog )

the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee Continue reading →

The red mist, reeled him back in

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 →

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