El Matador
He readies himself to battle once more,
his cape bleeds red from another loss.
The scars he hides is what they all adore
Ruega humildemente, he kisses his cross.
Today he has another chance to die alone,
even though death is quite a familiar face.
Matador de toros, he will forever be known
there will be others who may take his place.
The beast now circles his new found prey,
ahora hay silencio, not a word is spoken.
On that quiet afternoon close to Santa-Fe,
the crowd applauds and the silence is broken.
A horned behemoth now infuriated with rage,
leaves tracks as it charges in for the kill.
Se engaña el toro, on this theater stage,
the audience amazed at the fighters skill.
The flowers are thrown from rows upon rows,
la gente está contenta, at this glorious display.
his own blood and tears all over his clothes,
a job well done as tomorrow is another day.
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