El relicario
Sara Montiel
The Reliquary
One day of San Eugenio
Going towards El Pardo I met him
He was the most grandiose bullfighter
And the most authentic of all Madrid
He was in a carriage
Asking for a fight
And when I looked at him
I shuddered
And when he noticed
He got out of the car
And very gallantly
He came to me
He threw the cape
With a haughty gesture
And uncovering himself
He said to me like this
Step, brunette
Step gracefully
For a reliquary
For a reliquary I will make myself
With the piece of my cape
That has passed
That has stepped on such a beautiful foot
On an April Monday he was bullfighting
And I went to see him
I never thought that that afternoon
I believed I would die of sentiment
When he made a move
He fell in the sand
He felt wounded
He looked towards me
And he took out a reliquary
From his chest
Which I immediately
Recognized
When the bullfighter
Fell inert
In his delirium
He said like this
Step, brunette
Step gracefully
For a reliquary
For a reliquary I will make myself
With the piece of my cape
That has passed
That has stepped on such a beautiful foot
