I wanted to recall my trip to a bullfight in Madrid, Spain. I found this sport to be all about hot tempered bulls and cunning matadors. In the beginning these bulls are hot? and then? with a well-placed sword, they are suddenly NOT. I chose warm to cool values to make this point.
Piensas que odio los toros,
pero eres un tonto, amo los toros.
I only toss their cloven orejas
to the fawning golfas
as a regretful display
of a regretful tradition.
No tienes ningun idea de mis motivos.
I swear to you by my grandfather that
after each murder I am haunted
with stabbing throbs of repentance,
even after that disgusting occasion
I was nearly gored to death
But the adrenaline, my friend,
in order to understand me
you must understand that
for we are one of the same
but I am an honest man.
~ Copyright © 2008 by C.W. Morado
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