Paco Ureña was walked on his shoulders between shouts of "bullfighter, bullfighter, bullfighter!" And they rocked it through the big door. A formidable sidereal apotheosis, unleashed emotion, fate in his hands. Like bullfighting. Like the glory of Jandilla exclusively. That had to curdle and set. To erase any doubt, he embroidered Gruñidor . When the sun turned off its orange lights on the ashy sands. Slowly the pulse of silk flowed through his veins. All connected with the absolute, cheerful and generous class of the jandilla, given to Urdiales. I don't know if between admiration and forgiveness: "I'm going to steal Bilbao from you, your heart and your heartbeat, not just luck." Imagine it would have been like that. Paco fought tightly, very broken, very much him. Not a single series lowered the fretboard from the superb overture. From the gold doubloons, from the low creeks. The spherical unit, the beauty on the flights, dragged up behind the hip. A very hoarse boar cascaded down the lines. Until the bull rolled with the flash of its steel, without lace. Like Matías showing the two handkerchiefs at the same time. Two incontestable ears that added four. The others brought another story.
Urena had already clung to the sword as if it were her life in it. Hooded between the pythons, clutched at the hilt, riding death, he dug up the treasure key. The agitation of the dramatic trance shook the square, triggered the emotional content of the task and surrendered the stone soul of Matías. Who softened by the stormy echoes of the previous evening and night succumbed. Or all or none, male. The treasure key unlocked the big door of Bilbao. Before the indisputable apotheosis happened, these lines had a certain meaning. No longer. They remain as testimony of immediacy.
The bullfighter Lorca built a work of phases and dazzling moments on the extraordinary category of a Vegahermosa bull. Name entered . And by deeds, harmony. And that hooked face full of perfection. A fabulous fixity presided over his serious, serene and profound way of ramming. Bravery without noise. Paco opened it by statuary. And from the statuary three biblical natives descended. And a huge chest pass. The thing entered in a warm phase with some natural blinding and a round round right-back that woke up at the right time. Before the painter brooch of fruslerías towards tables and the daredevil cannon of his sword.
Among the banner jari against the administration of Vista Alegre that waves the sun in the prolegomena, one shone by its legend: "Where is Morante?" The doberman clone of Odón Elorza did not appear on this occasion to remove the most virulent. A badly faced guy like the jandilla that left the square. The breaker, what the kids say now. Diego Urdiales already felt the edge of his knives just stop him with the cape, his short breath looking for the English. It did not hang, nor did it leave the flights. As soon defined, the bastard. Too much time he spent Urdiales with that poisonous tiger. That threw blows to the sternum. Not enough, apparently, to break down his bullfighter. As happened again with the warlike quarter. He never picked them up. Always nailed to Diego. That never turned his face. A sour fight, tabernacle. A give and take naked, brave, without ever losing that honor of getting dressed as a gentleman gentleman. An overwhelming merit accompanied him in battle.
He also gave Cayetano Rivera Ordonez very little. But something else for the right python. He covered it up a lot. And this time the external bullfighting is forgiven: the bull was defeated inside. Like a prey dog by the left hand. He even dared to try. Very safe CRO. And cheeky. Some did not forgive him that gesture of the flags with the flag of Spain. They made him feel the same with the kind fifth, who he also killed with righteousness as a man. His counted fund burned in a duel with Ureña. Before Paco conquered the heart of Bilbao: "You understand it, Diego"
JANDILLA
Diego Urdiales, Cayetano and Paco Ureña
Vista Alegre Square. Friday, August 23, 2019. Seventh of the fair. Toros de Jandilla and tres de Vegahermosa (3, 4 and 6); of different facts and seriousness; extraordinary 3 and 6; very kindly spent and off 5; complicated and rough the 2, more drinkable by the right; The dangerous 1 and 4 are flammable.
Diego Urdiales, of bull and jet blood. Deep prick tended and half lunge tended (silence). In the room, prick and lunge something contrary (greetings).
Cayetano, navy blue and gold. Lunge and hairless (greetings). In the fifth, short lunge (greetings).
Paco Ureña, cinnamon and gold. Lunge (two ears). In the sixth, big lunge (two ears). He left on his shoulders.
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