"Look how it is!" He began to tell the bull

Enrique Ponce

from mid-job on.

What you could see was what the bull was like: ready and encased, demanding a lot and commanding from below.

Ponce based the task on the right python, more fixed.

And I wanted the aesthetic relaxation.

That it came out light from the tension of the onslaught of the Cinqueño past, serious inside and out.

EP was sweating the fat drop on his face.

The sweat of effort camouflaged from the bitten dignity

.

In the very successful hand changes, which were three, the bull obeyed, discarding his uncertainty to the left.

The end of the job was for oak trees and other genuflex sweets.

The sword sank detached and deadly.

The ear fell for the fireproof teacher and they applauded the high voltage of the dead man.

Cinqueño like the whole bullfight (except the last one)

Misigato

jumped

into

the oval ring.

Another thing.

Shorter in limbs and, above all, with an exquisite class.

Nobility led to excellence.

At the beginning of work he accidentally lost his hands.

I asked for the softness it gave

.

Curro Díaz did not always give it to him.

That the fewer touches he gave, the more he felt and understood himself better.

They were the least times.

He raised the crutches in many ways.

The most notable on the way of the bull, of course.

The

mulillas

dragged

Misigato

whole.

Sense of lost opportunity, deep prick and separate pithing.

The Victoriano del Río bullfight, with an irreproachable presence, grew in importance with the imposing third, shod with the iron of Toros de Cortés.

Unbeliever

brought an amazing

rag

and a formidable power and a mighty bravery.

Emilio de Justo, recovered from a scare in a remove to Diaz's bull, curdled him with the cape to Veronica.

Unbelieving

attacked on the horse with everything, pushing even with the stalk of the tail.

In flags he galloped with fire in his footsteps.

De Justo was able to undermine it in the prologue of work.

There was no other.

And already upright he continued to subdue him on his right

with a very bullfighter government

.

The next three series emerged fiery and massive, the bullfighter clever to lose a step in the face of so much repetition.

Chest passes buckled and elevated the rounds with formidable packing.

On the left the passion was attenuated but the bull was more out of the flights.

The intensity decreased since then by sheer logic: the bull had been giving itself down with each attack.

A prick preceded a stabbing to the hawks.

The prize of the return to the ring in the drag for

Unbeliever

did not surprise anyone.

Nor

did the

trophy for Emilio de Justo: it

had the weight of truth

.

The narrow temples of the room heralded a

special quality.

And went.

Despite the power counted.

But the bottom of the bull was imposed on that weak point.

Enrique Ponce fought it at will from an elegant start to pure wrist.

Morricone's soundtrack for

La Misión

wrapped up the job.

So much sound empathy causes its effect on the public.

Who gets excited when the "Gabriel's oboe" sounds.

As slow as the onslaught.

Like the naturals in a slow motion series, almost one at a time.

Ponce abandoned himself, he recreated himself

.

He enjoyed the delicacy by way.

Almost posing.

Between chivanas and flowery endings.

He fulminated the encounter with

Hornbill

.

That rolled without lace.

Like the ears that threw Chiva's unstoppable veteran through the Consuls Gate.

The burraco manseó fifth in the previous thirds.

But it brought out long-lasting mobility, lacking in style.

Between sticky, rebounded and losing heat.

All without stopping.

That movement that covers defects.

Curro Díaz would remember his previous bull.

He did not lack attitude, nor did he turn his face.

The sword denied him the greatest.

Except for an affectionate return to the ring.

Much the last bull was emptied into the horse.

And not a little punished.

He would later accuse the loss.

Very bleeding.

His humiliation promised, but ... De Justo waited for him when he had to do it from mid-job on.

Before he left crutches of expensive execution, especially by the left hand.

Perhaps the time exceeded again and the Extremadura hastened the desire for victory.

For dessert by manoletinas this time.

The steel extinguished any hint of hope already.

Ponce was carried away by the

Puerta de los Cónsules

while he greeted the mayoral of Victoriano del Río.

That it could well have accompanied him.

If another marker had been given, sure.

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