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.
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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.
Jerez: Our stones, they beg for a river
Our stones shear, like our religions, whose fall so near. There’s the catch, the shiver, the beg for a river. Continue reading
Jerez: Gargoyle, hija, come meet me at mass,
Gargoyle, hija, come, meet me at mass, where I with flatness of wood shall plan to beat your fungal ass, Continue reading
Jerez: ¡ Yeah, gargoyle !
¡ Yeah, gargoyle ! ¡ Arribasé la cabeza ! Lift high your head ! Prepare to receive the bread, Baked Continue reading
Jerez: Our stones, they shear, they shear like our religions
Our stones, they shear, they sheer like our religions.
