TE19 Iberian Adventure

Albert Bonjoch

- Dawn will come and we shall see!

Early in the morning, the old rooster hopping up and down, spreading his wings, shaking his tortoiseshell spurs. Early in the morning, the ill-tempered rooster getting even, tearing with his beak, giving the valliant sorrel a spur-blow on the neck. Early in the morning, kill or be killed, macabre dance of two combless ones, dying bacchanal of the cockpit, the choking stab-wound, the square running with divine blood (ichor of Apollo). When dawn came Valledupar fell asleep.

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