2 December 2012
Theres a bull in my shop today, I dont know how it got in, if it plans to stay, or if the fiesta will tempt it away.
I hide under the till, as it shudders and snorts in the aisle, Lumbering like an an alchoholic, It seems set on staying a while.
At stampede of flesh and young men's cries outside, the great beast turns its head and rodeoing through my china shop decides to leave instead.
El Correo de los Toros • Opuss № I