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"VINO EL TORO SIN CORTES ”By Susan Dunn
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We faced one another many times in life, And, yes, I always wore my suit of lights; Appearance
and manners are important in the It is what separates us from the animals. Still I prayed before I entered the ring, And remembered it was a living thing, And there were never guarantees. The name of the bull was different each time, Small things at first, But proportionate at the time, My shyness, Getting As in my classes, Speaking before crowds, Stating my opinion. The stakes got higher, but I got better, And I waved him toward me again and again, With the red cape of my youthful enthusiasm, Longing to hear the crowd, Eager to bring him to his knees, Confident I was at the top of my game. The successes mounted as I refined my moves, And I asked for bigger, braver bulls And larger crowds. I was invincible And the bull? Manageable, because I chose him. But
one day a bull who didn’t know the rules Entered the ring on his own, Unsummoned, when my back was turned, So he hadn’t been doped up beforehand, And Vaseline had not been smeared across his eyes, And the picadors hadn’t done the necessary bloodletting. I
turned in my shining suit of gold satin, studded And my little black satin ballet slippers, To face an unencumbered and virulent beast of mythical proportion: The addiction of my son. And now, critically gored, My
once-shining suit of lights stained pink I’ve been brought to my knees And
I stare at my red cape in horror. |
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Toro
aqui !
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I
bow my head before He did indeed come without manners As
he left me fatally wounded and
Aqui toro ! Toro aqui ! Toro ! Si es tan amable.
Susan Dunn is the bravest
person I have ever known.
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Luring the bull to attack
Toro, aqui.