United by nature. Man and Bull are one.

His vision has been clouded, his breathing is difficult. Thirsty and hungry, in a dark room, waiting furious for his release. His Body, a canvas for striking blows. And his feet hurt as if he was stepping into a burning hell.Release the bull! Release the bull!Who is speaking?, Who is condemning him?, Those noises can disturb the soul of anyone. An !==!==!--object--==== called divisa injures the bull's back, dyeing it with blood. And thus, full of elegance and bravery, he appears with grandeur and a look that instills terror.His nose exhales vapor streams. He proudly holds his neck broad and powerful. The gaze of the bull is burning with fire. With the front feet he scratches the soil in rage. And he looks from side to side confused.Something makes the bull's heart race faster, the golden man is calling him. Quickly he runs to charge, devoting himself to the act as anyone passionate for living. Together they begin a wonderful dance. If death is to be the fate of the beast, it will fall celebrating life. With each pass people celebrate, everyone seems to applaud the courage of the matador to face the beast. But the bull is the one who is defending his life. As has been the will of man, to have him there, to condemn him to death.