The public, ravaged by the excitement of a moment before, was bland all sets. Entertained his annoyance eating and drinking. The sellers were from the square barriers with astonishing skill throwing items they requested. Oranges flew as red balls to the top of the lying, going from the hand of the seller to the public in a straight line like a thread of them throw it. Destapábanse soft drink bottles. The liquid gold of Andalusian wines sparkled in the glasses.

Circulated through the stands a movement of curiosity. Sources would banderillas his bull, and everyone expected something extraordinary skill and grace. He went alone to the media of the square with the flags in one hand, serene, tranquil, walking slowly, as if to start a game. The bull followed his movements with curious eyes, amazed to see before him a single man, after the previous coats maelstrom of widespread, cruel spears stuck in its rubble and ponies that came to be placed near the horns, as if offering his thrust.

He mesmerized the beast. Approached to touch your forehead with the tip of the flags, then often running step, and the bull went after him, as if he had convinced and took him to the opposite end of the square. The animal seemed tame by the bullfighter, obeyed him in all his movements, until it, ending the game, opened his arms with a flag in each hand, stood on tiptoes her slender body and small, and march to the quiet majestic bull, digging sticks of color on the neck of the startled beast.