/// The artist, lugged by a sillero
up a mountain peak, hangs his sombrero
by his snug wicker chair.
A lug struggles down there.
Does he care? Waldeck thinks he’s a pharaoh.
/// The artist, lugged by a sillero
up a mountain peak, hangs his sombrero
by his snug wicker chair.
A lug struggles down there.
Does he care? Waldeck thinks he’s a pharaoh.