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Death in the bullring

At 5 PM
It was 5  PM
A boy brought the white sheed
It was 5 PM
A ton of lime warned
All the rest was death, just death

Wind took cottons
At 5 PM
Oxide seed cristal and niquel
At 5 PM
The dove and the leopard fight yet
At 5 PM
A thigh sliced by a lonely bull shank
At 5 PM
It started to sound the "bordón"
At 5 PM
Arsenic and smoke bells
At 5 PM
On  corners quiet crowds
At 5 PM
And just the Bull with the heart beating!
At 5 PM
When snow sweat was arriving
At 5 PM
When the bullring was cover of lodo
At 5 PM
Death put her eggs into the wound
At 5 PM
At 5 PM
At 5 o'clock PM

The bed is a casket with wheels
At 5 PM
Bones and flutes sounding in his ear
At 5 PM
The bull mopping by his forehead
At 5 PM
The fourth agonizing
At 5 PM
Gangrene comes from far away
At 5 PM
Lirium trunk for the green groin
At 5 PM
Wounds burning like the Sun
At 5 PM
Mob broking windows
At 5 PM
At 5 PM
OH, how terrible 5 PM was that!
The same 5 in all clocks
5 PM into the afternoon shadows

(Ignacio Sánchez Mejías Chant. A poem by Federico García Lorca)

Ignacio Sánchez Mejías was a bullfigter from Seville (Spain). In 1935, during a bullfight in Manzanares (Ciudad Real province) he was stroke by the bull, and however doctors tried to save his life, he died.

Federico García Lorca, one of the most important poets of history, was a friend of Mr. Sánchez Mejías, and wrote this poem as farewell to his friend.

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