Moments of a Bull
Here comes the bull:
strong, vibrant, towering,,,
Decided, looks prepares
the attack...
Quickly, shoots,
Anxious...
But what a sad fate...
the cloaked man
foresees his luck...
The man smelling death,
elusive descended lightly,
with their swords stab the bull...
Exciting gesture
matador, matador...!
Here comes the confined ox,
cornered bull... suspicious...
bugged eyes,
creeped out...
Feels it, smells it
in the fatal hour, mortal omen,,,
Cruel fate, slaughterhouse...
Here comes the bull, merrily
walking,
used to it,
be treated well...
listener of smart prose,
listener of things and cases...
So hás no fear..
Does not live exile,
no sad story...
Calm ox, tender,
charming ox
, glorious ox...
Dances and sways with praise,
nicely, yes sir...
Fulfill his rite happily...
Come. come, my bonne bull... !
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