Antonio Ferrera's eyes glowed like a cat's. And lights, flashes and flashes reverberated through the Big Door . A passion unleashed and feverish. As his creativity before six bulls and 160 minutes of solitude. The refutation of the stillness, the old bullfighting in motion, the permanent improvisation. The afternoon became agonized in the numerical . The hours passed and the bulls and the sword the only thing that lay down were the hopes, the most solid moments, the most armed tasks of deconstruction. Until the penultimate fight, when the night threatened her blackness, Ferrera grabbed a lunge. And its glare cracked the impassable wall of lamentations. That slash cleared the gloomy path of glory with one ear of breath. That he felt AF on his neck like wind in the sail.

And he went to Porta Gayola to free the last length on his knees and others standing. And unleash the madness. Before him had appeared a deep superclass bull of Victoriano del Río that added to the immediately previous quality of another of Domingo Hernández . Oh, the star farms of the figures!

People bellowed like never before. A penitent bluff, some chicelinas abelmontadas -if this is possible-, and a couple of flags to break through the inside as a total commitment to get on the last train. AF was pulling with everything, a trimmer cutout, a twist, a splint. Still alive, on, fibrous. Inexhaustible. He had just made a pawn with a towel, an arabesque, white luck. Fernando Sánchez, José Chacón and José Antonio Carretero dazzled between the level of gangs.

Antonio Ferrera provided the only toast of all his performance. And it vibrated again on his knees. And fainted his bullfighting. As if from the revolution to peace in thousandths. Victoriano's bull made slow-flying airplanes, with its slim velvety background. The exact task lasted: what the bull lasted . Bullía Madrid in his own fire. There was, alas, the trembling of the sword. The average lunge at the top brought death. Not prompt but true. Two haircuts and the key to the Big Door. That with one and one ear in six bulls it was a bit like that if the vicious wealth has to be measured by numbers. They didn't count the ones the steel had taken. That were two others. One of a very tall Parladé bull that did not pick up but lent with nobility. And Ferrera understood the height very well. And another from another one of VdR of remarkable humiliation and good condition. In both, Antonio curdled beautiful moments. When the thing, dotted with bullfighters, began to take a body, the sword ruined it. That it was not so in the immense flight to the garcigrande of Sunday of precise power and overflowed calité the more it was hooked ahead.

Of all the bulls, that of Alcurrucén and that of Adolfo were left behind with their gentleness of thorns. That one with its thin and drained auction covered by its armed head; the possible salvationless cardinal in his very poor presentation. His low profile was jumped by Raúl Ramírez with the pole in dispensable number. The rich capotera variety of quites on horseback was not lacking in these worst cases - as is usual and customary - that marked the performance. The lavish and unleashed creativity of lanterns, long, cuts, Galicians ... The refutation of stillness, old bullfighting in motion. And then the dearest brega, also valued with enthusiasm. The bullfighting with the cape for the classic stick of the veronica as they imagine it did not appear. Springs sprinkled like precious stones jumped like dolphins in the sea.

Far away there was already the closed ovation that had descended through the lines to Antonio Ferrera at the dawn of the afternoon. It was five minutes past six and he had just crossed the ring. That would go through almost three hours later on volandas. Six bulls in Madrid are the Gobi and the Kalahari united . If you have already passed the border of 40 years, 20 alternative and 30 cornadas, add that of Arabia. AF crossed them like a fakir a bed of embers: light of feet and fresh of spirit. Even to overcome the ambush of his sword. At 20:48 Antonio Ferrera's eyes shone like a cat's eyes through the Great Door.

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DIFFERENT LIVESTOCK / Antonio Ferrera

Monumental Sales . Saturday, October 5, 2019. Fifth fair (out of season). More than three quarters of occupancy. Bulls of Alcurrucén (1º); Parladé (2nd); Adolfo Martín (3rd); Victoriano del Río (4th and 6th); Domingo Hernández (5th); of different spells, auctions and seriousness, Adolfo's went down; 6th superlative class and precise duration; with little power but with great quality the 5th; good the 4th; meek and complicated the 3rd; meek and defensive the 1st; noble but without humiliating the 2nd.

Antonio Ferrera, in white and gold. In the first, almost medium puncture (silence). In the second, two punctures, lunge something contrary and crossed and two hair loss (ovation). In the third, puncture and lunge corner (silence). In the fourth, front thrust almost whole, contrary and loose and five haircuts. Notice (greetings). In the fifth, big lunge (ear). In the sixth, half lunge up and two hair loss (ear). He came out on his shoulders through the Big Door.

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