The mystery of the big door with a very inspired Talavante

Two perch of my lord looked this room, short and well done. He humiliated in the cape, but also marked his love and up to twice he had to do Manuel Izquierdo to the horse that kept the door. He entered his Ortega, with the animal somewhat braking, although with a great background he took out in the crutch. As an open book he read it and understood Talavante: this mystery came from film, according to his bullfighting without mold. It was so different, so far from the common, that only for that reason it was worth the debate of itself or not to triumph. Alejandro knew how to see him from the beginning: in the threshold of 7, where so many works of greatness has begun, he marked the rhythm of a piece that he never lost his temperate are, of prodigious dolls and less meeting. Slowly the opening below, with a flowery carver, tagging each onslaught. The left -handed python of the Victorian and the left was gulmed as a golden hand. In the change the madness was unleashed: how to attack mystery, which sometimes planned. Cortas were the series, but there were natural passion. Talavante, which to his first allowed him to roast him in rods and made a ‘paquí-pallá’ reluctant, now he felt. And he felt bullfighting: his, who grows when he forgets everything else and enjoys pleasure. Of course there was some hook, because the pacense did not look for boring geometric perfection, but that bothers so much: the freedom of the creator. Someone recriminated the beak – “You’re going to get an eye” – and another shouted “He goes without fighting!”, But the dough, moved by emotion, blessed the Talavantina task in front of the noble animal. There were a very crushing knee to land on land and that slow brooch below – how Madrid likes it! – Between tricherillas and disdain. Between posters to paint calmly. There were so many passions that when he was outlined to kill many already looking for the handkerchief. White ‘Ariel’ in the stands: the president was begged to get the first handkerchief, but he did not endure so much to appear the second after seeing that the request was by win. Talavante raised his arms with the gesture of victory and raised them the spectators: “We can already tell that we have seen the first exit on the shoulders of San Isidro.” Well there they have it: let’s see how the boxes follow in serial … pure fantasy the task and fantasy the big door so they call delirium and emotions. A mystery. As the baptism of the extraordinary Victorian.

Two hours before crossing the sacred threshold, at a quarter past seven, the godfather gave the junk to Clemente in his confirmation. What a great surprise that of the French, what more serious concept. Flagged and with two scalp was that of the ceremony, which was soon glimned by the guasa on the side of the fork. He never hesitated that of Bordeaux, who planted face with merited firmness, and on that side he turned him out of the thigh – a gap carried at the back of the taleguilla – until he hung it through the jacket in a chilling image. Like a pelele, he shake him and did not let him go: fortunately, he had hunted him for the dress and did not prey in the flesh, but the beating was monumental. And the scare, not of the bullfighter – who returned to the load for that python with a commendable strength, with value of the good – but of the public. Too bad he failed to swords, because he deserved another award.

A rally with the steel hit Juan Ortega in the fifth, which did not use an Alamar. He promised in the Veronicas of Talavante the short and thirteenth, then moved at two speeds and the Sevillian did not take the rhythm. Only the note of a state of Middle Amales put the honey on the lips, which would then savor a task in which the round was valued more: better an ear with force than two questioned? It will say mood: “To speak, that I already have half a dozen of large doors …”