A large crowd watches as three men stand in a ring with a raging bull.
A crowd watches three men.
A man is reading a book.
Two cats are purring.
A girl is eating.
There is no irony in the Pol Pot.
It is only staged on Winter afternoons in Palma's large bullring.
There is a woman on the bricks and rubble.
Visitors are not permitted out on the terraces.