We begged our children as bats, v2
We begged our children as bats To eat the insects of our existence To guide us deaf, lacking radar To Continue reading
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We begged our children as bats, v0
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
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 extend.
