Corrida
Glow fell down,
Corrida!
It’s his last time
Corrida!
Burning Sun,
Wide sky,
Faces in fear,
But he doesn’t hear
Corrida!
Turn of the head
Twinkle of bent,
Minutes last
Lingering death
Corrida!
Storm in breast
Bloody chest
All wasn’t guessed
That’s why he lapsed
Corrida!
Stopping time,
Youngs and olds crying
And guy, dying,
Prying
How he goes,
In this silent amigos…
Corrida!
His fandango is danced
And deeds transed..
Pull up Your hand
Once more send prey to the end
Irritate fate
Make it hate
Her Done…
Corrida…is gone
Costume is torn by horn…
Hand on the heart stone..
Senior is alone.
The bell rang, Corrida!
January 12, 1997. Sofi’s birthday.