I got tied trying to take pictures of myself, running back and forth from camera to the spot like crasy =)
here are some results:




"Ei, torero,
ti budesh ubit
pod pesnu madridskih chasov...
Bog hranit tebya,
Smert shadit tebya..
Nebo - belii platok,
Krov' i zheltii pesok...
Krik otchayanya,
Bik - zhivaya mishen.
Pod vosstorzhennii voi
Ti igraesh s sudboi..
Pust ne znaet nikto, chto tvoritsya v dushe!" (c) Aria