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| EL MATADOR y EL TORO When I was a child I remember my cousin, Lionel He was tough, not a bit mild Proud and quick to yell "OLE" Yelling at the beautiful Toro In the center of the arena ~ El Toro was angry as Lionel tossed his red flag in his face Fuming and snorting El Toro charges into the flag I watched from afar as the sword entered El Toro's head I'd give a shout of hurt in my heart, but everyone seemed happy to see El Toro suffer and blood dripping down his face ~ Lionel, handsome and debonair was he Yet my heart was sadden to see El Toro stabbed several times I could not bear to watch as he fell to the ground. ~ Why? I asked my cousin, after his affair with El Toro Why did you kill such a beautiful animal? He looked at me, and said, "You wouldn't understand". But I did, it was cruel and there were no rules. ~ I never went back to another Matador's Arena I never wanted to see the pain El Toro endured But it remained vividly on my mind El Toro's pain, El Matador's game of fame. original poem by MaRi ~!~ LaPoema 18-OCT-2001 |
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