"It is in captivity — ringed, haltered, chained to a drag. The bull is godlike".
William Carlos Williams
Let me tell You, in a very
short story, why I write.
I took my
four-days-ago-nine-year-old-son
to my Poetry class. Yesterday.
He makes his best to know
who the hell “Paquirri” was
among other complicated
things about The Bulls.
-The Bulls
you know,
are complicated animals-.
My son made it through the
whole class.
At the end of it my teacher
asked:
-“Aryam, Could you get the
readings?”
I said: -“Yes”. And also
thanked him.
-“Is that your son?” and my
son gave a nice handshake to him while pronouncing all his heir by the
syllables of his three elegant Egyptian names.
-For the sake of the Story
I’m gonna have the rest
deleted
for more than three
witnesses.-
I just realized two things
which
I consider fundamental now:
You never said my name out
loud.
(Do you know my last name?)
Never mind.
Anyway, you never did.
