The list is distributed three ears without weight in failures | Culture

To debut to a fair such as Fallas, it is coming as it should come, and more if you arrive with vitola of the bullfighters, such as the cases of Aaron Palacio and Marco Pérez. But it was not so, because he failed the cattle by stamp and failed again by game.

The surprise almost explodes in the last of the afternoon. The most steer of a scarce set of presence and the one with the greatest air in the crutch. For Juan Alberto Torrijos, debutant with horses in Valencia, it was a cape of salvation. After a chaotic third of flags, the steer let go of the crutch and Torrijos presented him battle as a bullfighter. Vibrant work, not quite clean, but as sincere as determined. To reach a lot to the laying, also committed, combining crop estimates with others of pure and simple will. When the steer threatened to leave the crutch, the fish was everything sold. A fulminant sword unleashed the joy in the laying. He was asked for the second ear.

Noble until holiness was the steer who opened Fair and Plaza. Correct, harmonious from pythons to the tail, developed nobility and class without putting conditions. And with enough forces to endure a very long footage task. From the Capotero greeting, three knees lanterns, to the manoletinas that signed the task, Aaron Palacio found the last to his shoe at all times. He was at ease and, although without excessive heat of the lying, he gave quality crutches both in Redondo bullfighting and when the crutch was thrown on the left. All that work lacked the pinch of emotion that also lacked the kind steer of Talavante.

More steer the room, also more type, but zero content. The task was a meaningless shot and daca; The steer to his, and the bullfighter, the same. Without understanding each other and without the will that the bullfighter put. Everything ended with the steer locked in tables and cowardly. And music without continuity solution from the second crutch. Another nonsense, which is already a norm in this square.

Marco Pérez’s presentation steer in Valencia was as noble as insignificant of presence. Capa peach, I had no urrero or ahead, neither on the sides, nor behind. And also of infinite goodness. Marco Pérez, who fought him with class, lacked enemy. In another long task, the superiority of the salmaltino was so obvious that that seemed to abuse. Few olés of truth, music in the air, and public in favor although without true delivery. A first -class debut deserved the presence of a first -class steer. When they dragged this steer, second in the afternoon, an hour of function was fulfilled: another abuse.

The fifth was another element with many pythons that covered their lack of entity. Like the rest of the bullfight, he went from pure process in rods and already in the crutch he had nothing to offer. Disgasted, with the forces to the limit, high face, half onslaught, only allowed Marco Pérez to show insistence. But there was neither look nor expected. This chapter also ended between the tables and with people asking for the time.

Only pythons and nothing more than pythons the third that also walked void of strength and caste. The illusions of Juan Alberto Torrijos were falling apart as the steer himself, who threw himself in the final minutes of a task of porphy, wanting, but not being able.