Dear matador,
Your art, courage, beauty and devotion remains in this world, to the distant past maybe, one i never knew, but one that inspires me with such spirit . May your new world be engulfed by your duende. The musty pages of your memoirs thrust the characters to life. Pain and sacrifice, jokes and joy, male pranks and mystery, and beneath it all there exists a great maestro and teacher of life. It's all so familiar. Eternally grateful i am to the souls who brought me to this place, this magical existence. A sacred ritual, an ancient yet very present world.
And if I'm too late in this world I'll be early and waiting in the next. El toreo nunca muere...
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