You and I
Brave Bull and they say that we fight, that we hate each other, that we wish death on each other, without imagining that in reality we love each other, that we need it, that if it weren't for you I wouldn't know what to do with my life, and if it weren't for me, you would no longer exist.
And they say that this is wrong and too barbaric. They do not understand that it is a call from the past, that it has existed since our paths crossed several thousand years ago, that it is a hunch, that it goes beyond the desire to think.
The fact is that you have wounded and killed me and it is also true that I have killed you. But we both know that the garden of our passion must be washed with sweat, blood and pain and the price is fair, to be and do simply and plainly what we want. I am the Matador and you are the Brave Bull.