It is no longer easy to walk with Cayetana Alvarez de Toledo.
Greetings and
selfies are constant
;
the need for support (also to the bulls), too.
However, the parties only argue with the tradition and
jobs
that the national holiday entails but that is not enough in the "postmo" world that leads us to ruin.
Especially to spiritual ruin.
Cayetana is still overwhelmed by the eagerness of those who require her.
I would have made hunger of those who require it if hunger had
not been
it's become so real
in recent months.
However, Cayetana conveys a certain intelligible hope.
Also to those who are fond of something as difficult to explain as bulls. It is difficult to write about this bullfight.
Nerva rang and it was as exciting as ever.
Too
we heard the national anthem on the paseo
.
But you can imagine why everything sounded like a requiem, something as funereal as the times we live in.
Spain, say the media of the countries that have us
sign the ransom dough
, it is a failed project.
But in a bullring that sounds like bye-bye of asshole correspondents. Here, in the bulls, in the field, there is no one from Sánchez ("it will be that we do not know how to digitize", said the bullfighters) and only the spirit of Corcuera remember that there was once a PSOE attached to a Spain
beyond the center of cities
, that nothing other than the navel.
Those who look only there are described as a pain in the neck.
They are, those who know, know that bulls
they are not explained even with the childish excuse of art
Nor with economic figures. Córdoba breathed a festive air despite the debacle.
Cayetana had come from Catalonia where there was
been making hole
to Spain.
There was a certain emotional air in Córdoba.
It was perhaps our discouragement in the face of a Spain that escapes us through the fingers of others. Spain, that beautiful together with the different ones, needs a foothold where we can live the
bullfighting and vegans
.
That is not the Spain of today.
They ask me for bold, a contradiction in these feminist times of black lives matter.
I was
Sol Bohorquez
, gorgeous for a change, and don
Alvaro Domecq
, which has once again dazzled in the Andalusian school of equestrian art, however, in Córdoba there was something more.
A forgotten Spain that was seen despite the shit of
weighing restrictions
over Madrid.Morante de la Puebla gave Cayetana the third bull.
The rednecks will say that the bullfighter is a facade.
Twitter nonsense.
It is also a symbol
.
The trevijanistas know it and those who have ever smelled rebellion despite the media choruses.
It was an anodyne task but it did not matter, there are those who do not know
of the smell of albero
.
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