FIESTA BRAVA
In the rugged hills of the highlands, and
Coropuna skirts,
eating natural grass green,
Grows stud bull!.
Viraco must meet in a ritual,
as annual tradition in the afternoon
Coropuna skirts,
eating natural grass green,
Grows stud bull!.
Viraco must meet in a ritual,
as annual tradition in the afternoon
taurine
Party ahead.
In the pens with steel bars,
importing the cold and rain,
enters the bull, and fiery temper,
the ring conditioning,
whose matador is applauded.
Your income rose dust,
neck, glittering silk packsaddle,
The bull is the king of the party!
thousand suns is the cost.
prepares to give his first attack in this unique
run,
with pins and razor barbed,
the bull not be taken advantage!. The
bullfighters cape and crutch,
like a game of roulette,
made the best of passes,
dresses with their bright costumes.
Without fear, apprehension or fear,
run around the ring,
rowdy crowd, fearing
gored.
Ooole! they shout in unison, waving white handkerchiefs
,
the bull attacked the horse, stuck in the sand
as stem Where the rider
same feudal lord, with his spear
medieval,
prick the animal's back.
The quadruped wounded
this crazed dance
the colorful flags, the response
feel terrible pain. Shines
sharp sword,
on top this up,
under the bloody twilight of dusk,
good task to do.
Hey there!, The brave bull, standing sighs
people
a chill runs through the soul of the viewer
already calm.
Red is the sunset,
by the blood of the animal,
with one thrust, struck
the heart of the sword.
bull has fallen,
in the run that took place,
I feel nostalgia,
to see just magic,
until next year,
Cheers, Amigo livestock
AUTHOR FRANKLIN FLORES
VILCA
Party ahead.
In the pens with steel bars,
importing the cold and rain,
enters the bull, and fiery temper,
the ring conditioning,
whose matador is applauded.
Your income rose dust,
neck, glittering silk packsaddle,
The bull is the king of the party!
thousand suns is the cost.
prepares to give his first attack in this unique
run,
with pins and razor barbed,
the bull not be taken advantage!. The
bullfighters cape and crutch,
like a game of roulette,
made the best of passes,
dresses with their bright costumes.
Without fear, apprehension or fear,
run around the ring,
rowdy crowd, fearing
gored.
Ooole! they shout in unison, waving white handkerchiefs
,
the bull attacked the horse, stuck in the sand
as stem Where the rider
same feudal lord, with his spear
medieval,
prick the animal's back.
The quadruped wounded
this crazed dance
the colorful flags, the response
feel terrible pain. Shines
sharp sword,
on top this up,
under the bloody twilight of dusk,
good task to do.
Hey there!, The brave bull, standing sighs
people
a chill runs through the soul of the viewer
already calm.
Red is the sunset,
by the blood of the animal,
with one thrust, struck
the heart of the sword.
bull has fallen,
in the run that took place,
I feel nostalgia,
to see just magic,
until next year,
Cheers, Amigo livestock
AUTHOR FRANKLIN FLORES
VILCA
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