Toros: Morante, give me back my tears…! | Culture

Morante de la Puebla can hang and take down the suit of lights whenever he wants. He is also an expert at calling it quits one afternoon and reversing it shortly afterwards as if nothing had happened. He already did it, the first time, in 2004 for health reasons; in 2007, due to a loss of enthusiasm and in 2017 due to boredom, in his own words. And it is assumed that on October 12 he retired because, he said, “I can’t take it anymore,” which was what he told his team after getting rid of the addition.

But the exhaustion lasted a long time. Once rested, he received the businessman from La Maestranza and showed himself incapable of saying no to a tasty proposal (“ask me whatever you want…”) of popular glory. It is already known that the public is fickle and forgetful, and some geniuses would never take refuge on a desert island because the fish do not applaud.

In short, on April 5, Easter Sunday, he will appear at the gang gate in the Plaza de La Maestranza as if nothing had happened, and Seville, without a doubt, will receive him with a loud ovation, because that is what Morante is for, which is not saying anything.

That is to say, Morante did not leave, nor does he return. Morante lied and defrauded us all; sentimentally, it is understood, but he deceived us.

His farewell to the bullring was a spectacle worthy of a Wagner opera, a sublime, solemn, majestic, moving staging, an extraordinary tribute to the rite of bullfighting, with an improvised protocol, but overflowing with feeling.

Las Ventas, excited and moved by the bullfighter’s return to the ring, oblivious to the protagonist’s thoughts. No one will forget the moment in which Morante goes to the center of the ring, and when we were all waiting for him to greet the respectable person, he put his hands on his head and cut (or took off, it’s the same thing) his ponytail and showed it to the public with his face contorted and tears rolling down his cheeks.

That moment of profound confusion and amazement will never be forgotten by those who were in the square or watched the celebration on television. It’s one of those moments that stays etched in your memory forever. It is a touch of human and artistic greatness. And the entire square was shocked.

And now it turns out that that spectacle has been diluted in the time that a sugar cube disappears?

Surely there is no bad faith. Morante did not want to deceive, he was never in his mood, for sure. He is simply a genius for good and bad. To create beauty in its purest form in an improvised spark, and to break your soul with a decision inappropriate for someone intelligent.

Theirs has been a sentimental scam.

Returning six months after that unforgettable farewell is not understanding anything, a lack of respect for those who enjoy and suffer with their particular interior life. He has broken the seriousness of the rite, he has lost credibility in the eyes of others.

I hope he succeeds in Seville, but Morante will no longer be the same for those who feel cheated deep down. Next time only he will cry.

For this reason, yesterday Wednesday, monosabio_blog rightly wrote on his X account: “Morante, I will continue coming to see you, but give me back my tears from October 12.”

And mine…