Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ The Matador...

Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/ "The Matador"...


(dedicato: For SPAIN y Cesare....)


(SWEATING, DUST, SAND:) "Afficion?" You!? BLOODY TOURIST?...U keep it! I'm fighting for my Life. El Toro thinks he's got my Number? He Does! But I STILL got my Life. I got my Love, my OWN "Afficion", my Girl? My Girl will stand by me, Rise or Fall: 2 hours ago in the billowing drapes of a Barcelona breeze, wrapped in the taffeta, the Satin of Consuela?
"I don't think U love me!", - Consuela.
"Santa-Maria, Consuela! But I DO!?"-I plea?
"When U are NOT in the Bull Ring," she remonstrates, "U never send me flowers OR send me a Palomino!"
"I sent U a PRE-paid Taxi!"
"Not the same!"
"I was OUT of Time!" I insist, "I had to DRESS for the Bullfight, then the famous JUAN-Rodriguez Toreador brothers (triplets)  showed up... "backstage.... Shots of Rioja, Portuguese Vin ho Verde, adjustments to my Costume....?"
"I understand!"
"U Understand?"
"Well, I DON'T understand.!!!"
"Can we TALK about this after I KILL this Bull? Apparently, he's OLD STOCK, carries the ghosts of  his forebears; bold, bloodied, deceitful, a vindictive KILLER; brave, cool, yet without mercy and no-one's quite sure just what he will do?"
"If U don't LOVE ME...U will fight El Toro!"
"If I "DON-T love U!....."
(That was 2 hours ago)

"OLE!, OLE! OLE!" I'm fighting for my Life.! El Toro THINKS he's got my Number...And he does; but I'm thinking - Consuela not despondent? - I might just have his Life.....!?

"OLE! OLE! OLE!"
There a GASH in my thigh...which I cover with my cloak; and again, this majestic El Toro paws the sand, intent on my destruction, the arena is hushed! A dance of Death? A Dance Macabre?

An hour later, bloodied and soiled, the Picadors dudes lay me on a nearby hotel bed. I'm still clinging to the El Toro "death blow" stiletto; no-one can pries it from my hand?

Consuela, in all her satin, taffeta, silks, lavender, rose water perfume....arrives, panting, breathless, from the combat she has  presumably witnessed: "My darling, mi amore, my love! U KILLED El Toro for ME!"
But that was AT LEAST 60 minutes ago? So it was THEN, without compunction, with the Stiletto still clenched in my grip, I effortlessly stabbed my beloved through the heart and the grand murder  of El Toro somehow, then  felt clean...."OLE!!!"

And it was TOUGH trying to do the right thing after THAT; the Torredor Twins (Triplets) showed up, got me out of there, somebody suggested Consuela was Suicidal, we all went down to DOS EQUIS INC., blew our paychecks and now - guess? - back in Catalonia. Still wounded. SWEATING, DUST, BLOOD and this NEW El Toro thinks he's got my Number, pawing the sand...and giving me the eye..... "OLE!!!!"...But THIS time....


c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca/Sicilia.