Tell me, compadre, how does one manage lightning?
How do you dispute the will of a god
who comes in thunder like a bull tormented
by picadors? By what capework do you,
Matador, dissuade its charge from roof
past windows of your sleeping family
to bury its burst of fury in the earth?
It takes more than a rod and copper wire.
The house you have built is a house of saved lives.