I realized that this had not gone up here, called Toreador.
I'm the ring between the boos of the people,
the empty bleachers yell at me farewell
accompanied by the eternal song of a lark.
Today, life has rammed me angry ...
leave the dark Hard roses and carnations,
bullfighting and beast have devastated me,
I have cut the ears without showing pity
and hatred emanating from within red.
I who was bourgeois parties and, of nobility
waltz and satiety, now hide his tail and live
avoiding words, Sorn , taunts and bellows
of men in the dirt I take.
deaf ear to the fools who yell at me dead!
because I lost the run of the living gracefully.
I do not want to know more about fine wine and women,
want today only, do enough for me to live in peace ...
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