:54:00
and poetry is never dangerous.
:54:03
My best friends are bullfighters.
:54:05
They compose music
and write poetry.
:54:09
They hate to see blood.
:54:12
The style of bullfighting in Cordova
has an unimaginable harmony.
:54:18
- May l?
- Please.
:54:22
Wait a moment.
:54:25
I might have something better.
:54:33
Will this do for a cape?
:54:38
There's the bull...
:54:41
dying in his own illusion.
:54:46
It's not the sword
that kills him...
:54:48
but our magic in evading him.
:54:52
I send him to the void
with illusionary blows.
:55:07
One false step,
like a bad rhyme in poetry...
:55:11
and then there is
mortal danger.
:55:13
Please, signora.
:55:16
A spontaneity
born of calculation.
:55:21
A pure heart, clear thoughts...
:55:25
movements exact to the inch.
:55:28
Thus the monster is defeated.
:55:40
You didn't see what José
brought me from Spain.
:55:42
I'll get it. It's magnificent.
:55:59
Surely you admire
García Lorca?