El Matador is one hot, hot, hot Spanish matador whose sword decides what is now warm and what is now about to be cool in the eyes of the furious bull.
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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