Mariachi Poem by Bryony Sheldon
Mariachi
He walks down the lonesome road
Dressed in a dusty, black charro suit.
In his right hand is a loaded six-string,
In his left is a loaded semi-automatic.
He doesn't have money on his mind,
But he has a price on his head.
El Mariachi,
He's not looking for trouble,
But he always finds it.
On his dusty black suit is blood
As red as diamonds. It's not his.
It's not his as his heart is as black as spades.
Your imagination runs wild, from movie poster to a fantastic poem... love the ending,10+ On his dusty black suit is blood As red as diamonds. It's not his. It's not his as his heart is as black as spades.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 1:10:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very sensitively perceived, especially without seeing the film and living in a totally different environment. I do know Mexico a bit, Spanish language and Latin America, and I can tell l you that your feel for " El Mariachi" and his external and internal appearance is like the British say, spot on! Good show, Bryony. A poem made by the eye of a painter and the analysis of a psychiatrist.