Both I and the bull try to outrun death. But both fail. So we run together on a hot summers day. We both need the same thing. The air we breath is the same. The drink of water, both need in order to live. And both run scared though the street on this day of the running of the bulls. We ahead of their horns, cheating death but knowing it is an allusion, a make believe story written on our imaginations. Both we and the bull are really running together. Knowing we share the same sun, moon and stars. And my heart goes with it and with them.