Grana Y Oro

Red, blood
a very national color
morbid, luck
sun and sand, by god!
art, death
serves as food
pass, brave
and back to the ring.

When the steel pierces my heart
and it's called a party; and another turn of the screw
when sadism becomes tradition
and the task becomes a feat, and no one is bothered.

Spikes, feel
multicolored recital
pasodoble, atmosphere
of nobility and passion
the president's ear!
handkerchiefs in the wind
lift your head
and look at the sky.