People will come to protest against this barbarism with banners and battle cries, among other things. But always peacefully, never with the violence that terrifies us the bullfighters.
there is imagination dense in the grammar of sadism. But what remains, naked all, is a noble animal, yet brutally battered body full of wounds, died of dozens of hits, with no other fault than being born in a beautiful corner of the Duero, full of barbarians.
