Terrifying fuck of Dávila Miura, who is reborn in Santander

Eduardo Dávila Miura was born again at 18:57 minutes

.

Only an invisible cloak prevented the tragedy when he lost his footing when emptying a natural, stuck his knee and could not get up.

The bull took him

, lifted him up, released him and picked him up again.

As if hanging a bundle.

It was not even known where the pythons traveled anymore.

Yes, through the intestines, the neck, the face.

When the

, a man was left on the ground, distraught, dazed.

His face bathed in blood, the destroyed satchel, the bowtie out of his place.

People were as out of their minds, terrified.

Desperate hands scanned the body of the Sevillian who, at 48, was once again seeing the light of life.

as the holy water washed it down the back of his neck.

Recovering his lost breath and his lost gaze, Dávila Miura grabbed his sword and, as if a mine had exploded under his feet, barefoot, his suit in tatters, his spirit too,

, which had been very remarkable .

And he stabbed and stabbed him to death to

.

The work was held on the edge of dignity, with the country style that he always defined.

After strolling around the arena with smiles,

and damage assessment continued in the infirmary.

I'm not going to be the stupid voice of conscience, because we're all grown-ups now.

But there are two elements that betray, before the bull, the passing of the years, the inactivity: the satchel and the montera.

When behind them you see the civilian, the commentator, the director of practical amateurs, the

, the Lieutenant Big Brother of the Macarena, and not the bullfighter, even in a punctual way, the lights light up. alarms that say that this is not your place.

This Wednesday we could have experienced an irreparable drama.

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