Suit of Light
Poem
There was that time I saw El Cordobéz in
the city of Leganes, sharing the bill with
Padilla and Encabo. El Cordobéz was in
his golden traje de luces. Still impetuous,
disdainful, performing the veronica, pase
de pecho, his great faena, as his cuadrilla
watched the old man anxiously from the
barrera. I am fortunate to live in an era
when one can watch El Cordobêz and
Juan José Padilla in the same corrida on
the same day in the same city. And I think:
Hemingway would have loved el Pirata
and hated el Cordobéz.
more by SERGIO REMON ALVAREZ
photograph by Leeroy
I love the intellectual level of your last few poems. I pull up google to check the references and after I am like ‘wow, nice’. Thanks for sharing they are upliftings.