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Monday, March 14, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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Why are we going to see the bullfight
It 's easy to appreciate the ancient or modern, but only in the capacity to appreciate the obsolete one has the authentic taste of triumph.
(NICOLAS GOMEZ DAVILA, implicit in the margin of a text, Bogota 1977 - Ed. Ital. Adelphi 2001)
Because there are others, I do not know, everyone has their reasons.
Personally, after many years, I wonder perché continuo ad andarci, non ostante tutto. Perché all’inizio è facile: lo spettacolo, se non sei pregiudizialmente ostile, attrae. Il toro è un animale totemico, mitico, dai primordi dell’umanità ha sempre suscitato rispetto, paura, e venerazione. Alla mia prima corrida sono andato perché ci volevo andare, avevo 16 anni, erano le mie prime vacanze in Spagna, e non potevo perdere l’occasione. Avevo letto “Fiesta” di Hemingway, e quello che sulla corrida scriveva la guida turistica sulla Spagna. Un capitoletto c’è sempre. Poi sono stato fortunato, i tori erano, o mi parvero, abbastanza forti e selvaggi, lo spettacolo brillante, i suoni, le musiche, i colori…
A posteriori, siccome ho conservato il “cartel” di quella mia prima corrida, credo di non essermi sbagliato troppo, i tori erano del Conde de la Maza, quindi più che dignitosi. I toreri, due onesti professionisti dell’epoca, più “il maestro indiscutibile del rejoneo”. All’epoca non sapevo che le corna dei tori per il “rejoneo” vengono legalmente spuntate, se no avrei ammirato con meno entusiasmo le evoluzioni del cavaliere davanti a loro.
Siamo in epoche lontane. La “plaza” di una capitale di provincia, una arena che ora è stata demolita per far posto a tristi palazzoni di appartamenti, because now called Gerona Girona, Catalonia and is now one does not want to bulls.
I mean, I liked it and wanted to repeat. The second time was in Barcelona, \u200b\u200band I only remember that ended in a hail of cushions thrown from the public on the last fighter, who had clumsily over the last bull with numerous "pinchazos" and even more numerous "descabellos. I found it funny (the launch of the cushions, not the "pinchazos") for an audience that participates in its own way, is part of Fiesta.
Then things get complicated. Why do you keep going, but want to learn more. Not only as he turns function, but because, for example, that afternoon have two ears for a bullfighter, even if it seemed that, after all, his bulls were not that great (and you even a little 'bored) and again have lived moments of excitement, and panic about the difficulties of the bulls, combined impotence of bullfighters, and the day after the laws on local news that bullfighting was a disaster, because of the Bulls. Then you realize that whoever wrote the news is quell'impomatato who took notes the "callejon", and at night you saw him in a bar laughing and joking with the 'apoderado "of a bullfighter, facing a monumental tray prawns. So you want to deepen, leggi tutto quello che ti capita a tiro sulla materia, osservi quello che vedi nell’arena, parli con la gente, ed entri in una confusione mica male.
Ed è qui che inizia la tua rovina, perché se hai la fortuna, o sfortuna, di parlare con i vecchi “aficionados”, o di leggere i sacri testi (Paquiro, il Cossio, Corrochano, o i francesi Popelin, Juan Leal, El Tio Pepe) e poi fai il confronto con quello che vedi, ti rendi conto che fra l’essere ed il dover essere, c’è spesso un abisso, che il novanta per cento degli spettacoli taurini a cui hai assistito, e a cui assisterai, sono delle prese in giro. Se poi prendi il vizio di andare alla corrida a Madrid, magari nei “tendidos” fra il 6 e l’8, solo con ascoltare i commenti dei vicini, capisci perché ai tori non si va a divertirsi, ma per lo più si va a soffrire. O a vedere quello che capita, e poi leggere la cronaca dell’indimenticabile Joaquin Vidal, per dire, caspita, ha ragione, è stato proprio così. Mentre altre volte, leggevi altre cronache e pensavi: boh, sarà che sono stato in un’altra corrida, oppure non capisco niente.
E allora perché ci torni, se fa così schifo ? Buona domanda.
Con il tempo, intanto, cerchi di imparare qualcosa, e cominci ad evitare quegli spettacoli che a priori already know how they are going to be .... Maybe you're wrong, and that day the bullfighter "eternal promise as an artist, the artist is for real, or leaves a" Sobrero "which then becomes the bull of the Feria. But they are rare. E 'instead possible that in a bullfight, you've decided at all costs to see why the bulls are the "ganadería" more "good encastada y", and the bullfighters are experts lidiadores "that day, the bulls do not respond, or bullfighters are not in the day. Or rain. And windy. It puts everything into account, the bullfight is a ritual, the ritual is repetitive, even maniacally, just to reassure the man of the unknown, all’incerto, al pericolo, alla natura bruta, che sono rappresentati dal toro, dal vento, dalla tormenta. L’uomo propone, il cielo dispone, ed il toro tutto scompone.
Sai, perché l’hai letto nei sacri testi, nelle cronache serie, lo hai visto nelle foto e nei documentari, spesso in bianco e nero, che la corrida può essere uno spettacolo grandioso e senza pari, rispetto a qualunque altra attività umana. Sai che muove le masse, ispira artisti, suscita ammirazione ed indignazione. Sotto il ciarpame senza pudore (l’espressione non è originale, ma rende l’idea) che normalmente viene proposto, c’è qualcosa di grande, ed ogni tanto, a saperlo vedere, viene fuori. Solo che tu, che ti sei addentrato sempre più nei meandri della conoscenza, cercando una verità che sai che è irraggiungibile, e forse non esiste (ma l’opposto della verità, la menzogna e l’inganno, esistono, rappresentati plasticamente dalla spada simulata, cioè “non vera”, con cui quello di turno sostiene la “muleta” ed incatena decine di volgari “derechazos” a un animale selezionato per essere un comodo collaboratore) ti rendi conto che sono pochi ad apprezzarlo.
E quando un “picador” come Fritero, davanti a un manso che non ne vuole sapere del cavallo, se ne sbatte della riga per terra, dietro cui normalmente is the "picador", and urges the horse toward the center of "Rueda" to go find the manse to find out that while the mass protest, and to applaud you in just a few. Including, two rows behind you in a "high Tendido" (paying the ticket, and not in the "callejon") the Director of Toros, who knows the famous line is not an insurmountable limit to the picador, but was put in its proper time at the request of picadors, as the limit for them, beyond which they are obliged to go, because most go further, it is dangerous for them.
Or when you see a bull in Saragossa "jabonera" of encaste Veragua from 40 meters for five times to load the horse, and "Tendido 4" old "aficionados" hug with tears in their eyes, you know that "el sector es Grandeza. When in Cali, Colombia, Cesar Rincon pulls three sets of "muletazos" of its opposite, a manse complicated and dangerous, including the almost universal indifference, but admired the attention of a few (while others have asked first ears and tail for a bullfighter who made vulgar circus acts with "harpoons"), you understand that you are lost. You've played the chance to go to a bullfight to have fun and party, in exchange for a few solitary moments when you feel that is something sublime, that a good lidia, that the first "capotazo" prepare the bull for the final thrust is the materialization of earth, here and now, the philosophical principle "ORDO AB CHAOS.
Like the "Faena" Juan Mora in Madrid, October 2, 2010, just over four minutes of pure sector, with a real sword in hand, and a thrust to take your breath away. Thank God that these things still like in Madrid.
Arrivals esoteric level, and you jump on reckless readings, terrifying titles (and all strictly true) as "The cult of the Bull," "Rites and games of bull" "Symbolic Analysis of bullfighting - Archetypes of a cosmic dance," "The most sober school of life - like bullfighting ethical requirement", "Bullfighting and taurogogia", "Para-Taurine, y para-papanatismo manoletismo. All this behind a phenomenon that ultimately it is a show organized for profit, the first in the modern era on which they have built special buildings to see him pay (the Roman circus was free, financed the nurse on duty).
But there is always the bull, the bull of the prehistoric caves, the Minotaur, the man who confronted him with the Arts and Reason, in a ritual ceremony.
So it is incorrect to speak of sacred texts. And I read to better understand what you see. Here is a shot when you learn that Joselito el Gallo, for his presentation in Madrid as a "novillero," refused the "novillos" that had been prepared because they are too small, pretensions and got 4 years for a bulls bullfighters alternative. Just like now, when a "novillero" cut some sympathetic ears in squares benevolent, if the offer a "novillada" with a reputation for tough, says no. Fortunately, there are others who agree, "aficionados" who pay to see them. E so we can return to the bullfight.
Become an expert in heraldry and genealogy taurine, compulsive story of farms. Breeding then try to visit if you're interested because they retain the caste of the true "good bull". And then they want to see the arena. You know how much work and how much dedication is behind a good bull, then a "cuadrilla" of assassins dressed as bullfighters - clothes do not make the monaco - can pulverize artless nor honor in minutes. Assist each year to the extinction of legendary irons, the disappearance of 'encastes "rare, marginalized in favor of “collaboratori”, però gioisci quando leggi che hanno ammesso una “ganaderia” di casta Navarra nella Union degli allevatori. O ricevi, senza averlo chiesto, sulla tua posta elettronica, un dotto studio sulle origini della scomparsa casta Jijona, e così apprendi che esiste un’associazione che lotta per recuperarla. Da tempo hai abbandonato la lettura delle riviste taurine patinate, piene di rutilanti foto a colori, e ti sei abbonato ad una rivista con poche foto in bianco e nero, e fitta di testo, in francese. Insomma, due palle ! Già essere amanti della corrida è per definizione essere in minoranza (rispetto ai più che sono indifferenti, o antitaurini) ma essere la minoranza della minority ...
And so to return to see some fight, you have to dedicate yourself to a thoughtful research (thank goodness there's internet), which almost always takes you to remote places of the French Midi, Cathar and Templar lands, where it is kept hidden somewhere the Holy Grail of bullfighting, or what remains of the Valley of Terror, in the mountains that stand between Madrid, Avila and Toledo. O hope that in Zaragoza, or Arles, the company in office, even for local dell'aficion pressures, have the willingness to devote at least a few days of the feria bullfights, and not the circus of the bullfighters. And Bilbao do not change the president, who maintains a minimum of rigor.
Go back to the fight, but how hard ... sometimes winning, sometimes not.
But the rest is nothing.
Ve do not recommend it highly. If you have perseverance, dedication, spirit of sacrifice, and a good dose of patience, not too cultivated a passion for truth bullfighting. " If you just want to "have fun", or believe it, go to Mid-August in Malaga, we are near the beautiful beaches, the town is gay party, and Malagueta ears fall easily, so "there will be fun."
want to give you a tone? Get a subscription in "barrera sombra" at the Maestranza in Seville, bulls and bullfighters as they should you will see few, especially in Farolillos week, but the "faenas" that whatever face the matador will not be challenged by the public (ahh, silence Maestranza ...) will seem beautiful, then read on the news as written by the slimy-eating shrimp. spent a memorable week at the Feria, and if you have the chance to meet someone "mundillo" that invites you to his "caseta", and then some "tient" luxury, you can presume to be fully immersed in the environment . Maybe make it into the court of flatterers a bullfighter fashion. There have always been, part of the furniture.
Want to exaggerate? Find ways to go to Goyesca of Ronda, where gun with costumes by Armani, and "Barrera" never misses the Duchess of Alba (I've also nice, but when in the same arena where she is there I have also, it means that I have the wrong place). In Seville, Ronda or you can also have one sitting next to you as Briatore, then you understand that the cultural depth and human environment is unattainable. You will be entertained, as the Billionaire.
The bull? served, thank you. Lydia? with what eat?
You can also go to Nimes.
Ahhh, Nimes, I went there too, do not deny it, looking for that little Victorino, and Palha, you could see, and sipping the splendor of the highest figures with animals unworthy of presentation and worst caste . I remember a poor Domecq reserved El Juli, who came out as Toril in the throes of epileptic seizures, and fell gasping. They had just put the "uniform"!
Until I found Vic Fezensac (500 kilometers further on) and Nimes has disappeared from all the maps in my possession.
For professional reasons I met a gentleman from Torino, a senior official of an international organization, which in Nimes went there too, every year for about 15 years. Down Emperador Hotel, where they kept the place from year to year, and caused him also subscribe to the bulls. In the front row. For this he was interviewed on the local newspaper, and among other things the article, saying that was always the arena with a white handkerchief in the pocket, to seek the ear. He also said that once he threw his hat, an expensive Panama, a bullfighter, in a matter of honor, and he was not returned (because what is casts, it is a gift). It was a very good person and helped a very young "novillero locale of Italian descent. Talking with him, I became aware of his surprise to learn, only now, after years of "barrrera" in Nimes, the "suerte de varas" also and above all the task of showing the skill of the bull. He had never known. Yet he had his reasons for returning each year. I am very much disappointed when they told me that some years ago, died.
I'm sure there will now be in a white amphitheater, the clouds, where on a white sand, the bullfighters dressed in white, with "capotes" and "Muletas" white, accompanied by picadors also in white, mounted on white horses, with Spades blunt (replaced with a white feather), make changes reminiscent of the "suertes" bull and "Pegan Pases" a blameless Toretti " ensabanados " whose white with golden horns have developed a ring, mo 'a halo, and therefore are harmless.
The steps, a compound result of blessed souls in white, waving white handkerchiefs to ask the president (an old man with white beard) symbolic prizes, because obviously Toretti be pardoned for eternal life. I can imagine thus, its paradise.
Being a sinner, and a dangerous heretic, the same place for me will be my hell.
I Volter, and sitting behind me a well-known critic of bullfighting, as known in "La Lirio", will make me a wink, giving me a smile and greet with the hand, with the little finger raised.
Oibò! I know, I have sinned in life, I sought the truth (unachievable, and that may not exist) of the sector, and I looked up in the bull. I must have just done it!
Marco Coscia
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Can You Take Tylenol Cold And Pepto Bismol?
A book could hurt
"Do not is valid in which there is a charge was a real encuentro (or encontronazo ) so the pic has only superficially wounded bull ( marronazo , marra el toro ) and passing ( de refilòn ), without penetrating ( picotazo ), but only slipping under the skin ( enhebrar ). The shot must be given, in fact, in a particular area ( cruise) at the withers as the bull lowers his head ( humillado ) to gore the horse, right at the end of the muscle (called morillo ) at the end of the neck over the shoulders (...)".
The song is taken from up here Manual bullfighting - a brief guide to the future "aficionado" of the Casaglia Gherardo, a title that we had seen on the Internet and in whose footsteps we were to a little.
recovered to our great surprise in a dusty library of small provincial towns in recent days we have therefore tried to read it.
But only proved that the obsession author to the words in English is such that the reading of the text becomes almost impossible or at least is out of our human capacity to dwell each having four words to consider and possibly save a Hispanic, a slang term, a course.
It is true that as the French cycling English is the official language of the bullfight, but here we really exaggerated.
The problem is that beyond the huge show that the author makes of his knowledge of English, the text are a few interesting features.
Despite the bombastic title, this Manual is little more than an instruction manual for those who decide to go see his first bullfight: enter the alguaciles , then the subordinates and the horsemen receive the bull, the matador then works with the cloth and take the sword kills the animal.
The bullfighting becomes a two-dimensional fact that it is sufficient to explain through a few small drawing (in the text there are some steps that demonstrate the capacity or the muleta), with no depth or experience mechanical unpredictability: a sort of video game which the manual explains the dynamics, this happens and then that, this happens so-and-so happens in that way, and stop.
Slide of the publishing house, whose catalog if we had known before of course we would not have purchased questo manualetto.
Bocciato. 
"Do not is valid in which there is a charge was a real encuentro (or encontronazo ) so the pic has only superficially wounded bull ( marronazo , marra el toro ) and passing ( de refilòn ), without penetrating ( picotazo ), but only slipping under the skin ( enhebrar ). The shot must be given, in fact, in a particular area ( cruise) at the withers as the bull lowers his head ( humillado ) to gore the horse, right at the end of the muscle (called morillo ) at the end of the neck over the shoulders (...)".
The song is taken from up here Manual bullfighting - a brief guide to the future "aficionado" of the Casaglia Gherardo, a title that we had seen on the Internet and in whose footsteps we were to a little.
recovered to our great surprise in a dusty library of small provincial towns in recent days we have therefore tried to read it.
But only proved that the obsession author to the words in English is such that the reading of the text becomes almost impossible or at least is out of our human capacity to dwell each having four words to consider and possibly save a Hispanic, a slang term, a course.
It is true that as the French cycling English is the official language of the bullfight, but here we really exaggerated.
The problem is that beyond the huge show that the author makes of his knowledge of English, the text are a few interesting features.
Despite the bombastic title, this Manual is little more than an instruction manual for those who decide to go see his first bullfight: enter the alguaciles , then the subordinates and the horsemen receive the bull, the matador then works with the cloth and take the sword kills the animal.
The bullfighting becomes a two-dimensional fact that it is sufficient to explain through a few small drawing (in the text there are some steps that demonstrate the capacity or the muleta), with no depth or experience mechanical unpredictability: a sort of video game which the manual explains the dynamics, this happens and then that, this happens so-and-so happens in that way, and stop.
Slide of the publishing house, whose catalog if we had known before of course we would not have purchased questo manualetto.
Bocciato.
Friday, March 11, 2011
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HAVE A LITTLE 'STOVE!! Excused Absences
Excuse me, let me vent ...
I would write it all over the walls ...
I wish we did some 'clarity for us who work with passion and conscience.
Pilates in the last four years has become the bussiness of all.
The gyms have smelled a bargain and got organized.
obviously is just like dealing with all the disciplines that come and go.
For I have not outraged with them, but with people ... with many Italians and, in this case, many Romans.
Pilates is a discipline on large numbers, can not be ...
Teachers can not be persons trained in a weekend.
a result ... A lesson can not 'costs 12 or 10 euros!!
order to allow a fitness cost of gender, class or must be paid to the little
Trainer (so that it will be a sudden or read a book and taught)
or be superaffolate.
then I wonder ... "Why should I register for a course of Pilates where a group of 15 people from far and where I see a trainer who babbles and I have to copy? Why spend only 10 €? Because I tell you I also do Pilates?" .. .
But most of all ... WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE 'BETWEEN A LESSON OF GAG AND SO ONE OF PILATES disfigured??
If you can not tell the difference and the reasons for what I write, it means that you are not informed enough ... Or that women are like that to have a Birkin by Hermes, also accept the fake .... 
I would write it all over the walls ...
I wish we did some 'clarity for us who work with passion and conscience.
Pilates in the last four years has become the bussiness of all.
The gyms have smelled a bargain and got organized.
obviously is just like dealing with all the disciplines that come and go.
For I have not outraged with them, but with people ... with many Italians and, in this case, many Romans.
Pilates is a discipline on large numbers, can not be ...
Teachers can not be persons trained in a weekend.
a result ... A lesson can not 'costs 12 or 10 euros!!
order to allow a fitness cost of gender, class or must be paid to the little
Trainer (so that it will be a sudden or read a book and taught)
or be superaffolate.
then I wonder ... "Why should I register for a course of Pilates where a group of 15 people from far and where I see a trainer who babbles and I have to copy? Why spend only 10 €? Because I tell you I also do Pilates?" .. .
But most of all ... WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE 'BETWEEN A LESSON OF GAG AND SO ONE OF PILATES disfigured??
If you can not tell the difference and the reasons for what I write, it means that you are not informed enough ... Or that women are like that to have a Birkin by Hermes, also accept the fake ....
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
How Long Does Haematoma Last
and Captain José Luis
C'è un pò di Civilon in questa storia, e chi si ricorda di Civilon sa cosa intendo, in questa che è una di quelle storie che solo la Spagna sa creare e vivere e celebrare, la Spagna che ancora resiste nella terra dei pueblos , delle feste pagane con le mille lucine, delle strade polverose, delle tapitas e delle madonne vergini.
Del toro, la Spagna del toro.
Capitan è appunto un toro, allevamento Santos Zapateria nel nord del paese, che a due anni e rotti pasce l'erba fresca dei campi e riposa negli stalli in attesa di andare a esibirsi nei paesi della area on the day of the patron, when the bulls are released to the streets and young people challenge them in the eyes of girls, young people in the heat discarded, imitation, mime passages with the head, often run away, everything to win the blonde who is there to admire and hormonal and emits cries of excited fear. José Luis
Pejenaute is instead a gray-haired ladies, lives near Santos Zapateria is aficionado, and above all a reverence for the field : just goes to quell'allevamento may, where he spends hours and hours studying the bulls, imagine them, admire them.
The two met there.
The man is offering an apple a day to a couple of cows and the animal sees and a spring shot. José Luis
falls and the blood freezes, otherwise has faced a good bull, but does not flee: Keys with his hand on the ground and find an apple, which gives to the beast. Captain
the bite, chew, leaves.
The two see each other again, often, more often, and Captain Jose Luis reaches and stays there with him, speaks as he fills the eyes of the green field and nostrils the fragrance of field, of that José Luis field that is paradise.
José Luis talks to Captain and Captain is there next to him.
is the holiday season and Captain part of the country on the truck to go chasing the boys, sfiorarli con le corna, seguirli fino alle transenne qualche volta mandandoli all'ospedale, e poi ancora e ancora.
José Luis decide un giorno di andare anche lui, di andare a vedere quel toro che gli ha fatto compagnia là nella pace della campagna.
Liberano Capitan, e le stradine del villaggio si svuotano dei pavidi e si riempiono dei coraggiosi: stuzzicano il toro, lo sfidano, gli corrono attorno sempre più vicino, poi subito si spostano, devìano, scappano. Le recinzioni tremano quando i ragazzotti arrivano di corsa e si appoggiano e le scavalcano, si riparano, si appendono ai balconi per poi uscire di nuovo a sfidare il toro. Capitan attacca, testa bassa, ogni cosa che entri nel suo raggio. Qualcuno ne fa le spese, chills and distributes the bull horns.
A scene such as one sees thousands each year in the villages of Spain's bull. José Luis
Until he decides to stop Capitan.
As if they were not there, where the band plays and the women and children waving fans lemon juice, where girls and boys wink swill, where men smoke the cigar of the day of celebration.
As if they were not there, but the shade of an oak, with the fresh grass under your feet and the horizon far away, there, where the hills touch the sky and the sky to touch down the hills. José Luis
through the barriers and arrive in the middle with the slow pace of the ascetic, and people splashing around via come birilli.
Capitan, Capitan, oye Capitan. Quieto, Capitan. Venga .
E il toro sente quella voce, si ferma e va incontro all'uomo.
I due si riconoscono, il toro vicino all'uomo si placa, ma poi subito si lancia e attacca un ragazzetto che si era avvicinato, incredulo.
Venga, Capitan, quieto, Capitan.
Di nuovo quella voce e di nuovo quei muscoli e quelle corna si fermano, Capitan ricorda quei pomeriggi e quel sole caldo, là tra i recinti dell'allevamento, e José Luis lo sfiora, gli sussurra altre parole all'orecchio, lo tiene vicino a sé.
L'uomo torna dietro le protezioni, si ritira, e il toro riprende a menare fendenti, Download to head down to chase anyone who comes within its field of view.
José Luis accompanies Captain once again, and then another, and then forever, and now all are waiting for them to cry out of fear for the posts of the first bull and then sigh of disbelief when the two are reunited.
One day in a remote village who knows where people are crowded against the fence was very euphoric, who knows, maybe alcohol, maybe the sun, perhaps a religious overflowing.
The people were all standing around and laughing, shouting, singing, excited. José Luis spoke to the bull, but there was too much confusion, and José Luis was distracted and Captain also did not remember or instead so he remembered everything he has in his veins for centuries and millennia, and attacked José Luis, drove him to the ground and then exploded in the air, and then again and again.
now ensure that all were silenced, around there. José Luis was on the ground and then lifted from the four-armed friends was rushed to the infirmary, and in the meantime Captain out there remember him and all that was there for his skill, and all pursued and forced to take shelter behind the iron bars , and when it was time to go back, Captain would not hear and continued to attack throughout. Until
José Luis was shot and then heard what was going on out there, and he understood.
E' uscito dall'infermeria, malconcio e claudicante, e si è avvicinato al toro.
Ora non fiatava più nessuno.
Il toro era lì fermo, in mezzo alla piazzetta, gli occhi duri, i muscoli tesi.
José Luis si è avvicinato e gli ha detto, calmo, vamos a casa .
I due si sono affiancati e hanno cominciato a camminare così, l'uno accanto all'altro, sereni, e sono tornati a casa.
(questa foto fa parte della straordinaria collezione di Albert de Juan, che potete trovare a questa pagina di Flickr ) 
C'è un pò di Civilon in questa storia, e chi si ricorda di Civilon sa cosa intendo, in questa che è una di quelle storie che solo la Spagna sa creare e vivere e celebrare, la Spagna che ancora resiste nella terra dei pueblos , delle feste pagane con le mille lucine, delle strade polverose, delle tapitas e delle madonne vergini.
Del toro, la Spagna del toro.
Capitan è appunto un toro, allevamento Santos Zapateria nel nord del paese, che a due anni e rotti pasce l'erba fresca dei campi e riposa negli stalli in attesa di andare a esibirsi nei paesi della area on the day of the patron, when the bulls are released to the streets and young people challenge them in the eyes of girls, young people in the heat discarded, imitation, mime passages with the head, often run away, everything to win the blonde who is there to admire and hormonal and emits cries of excited fear. José Luis
Pejenaute is instead a gray-haired ladies, lives near Santos Zapateria is aficionado, and above all a reverence for the field : just goes to quell'allevamento may, where he spends hours and hours studying the bulls, imagine them, admire them.
The two met there.
The man is offering an apple a day to a couple of cows and the animal sees and a spring shot. José Luis
falls and the blood freezes, otherwise has faced a good bull, but does not flee: Keys with his hand on the ground and find an apple, which gives to the beast. Captain
the bite, chew, leaves.
The two see each other again, often, more often, and Captain Jose Luis reaches and stays there with him, speaks as he fills the eyes of the green field and nostrils the fragrance of field, of that José Luis field that is paradise.
José Luis talks to Captain and Captain is there next to him.
is the holiday season and Captain part of the country on the truck to go chasing the boys, sfiorarli con le corna, seguirli fino alle transenne qualche volta mandandoli all'ospedale, e poi ancora e ancora.
José Luis decide un giorno di andare anche lui, di andare a vedere quel toro che gli ha fatto compagnia là nella pace della campagna.
Liberano Capitan, e le stradine del villaggio si svuotano dei pavidi e si riempiono dei coraggiosi: stuzzicano il toro, lo sfidano, gli corrono attorno sempre più vicino, poi subito si spostano, devìano, scappano. Le recinzioni tremano quando i ragazzotti arrivano di corsa e si appoggiano e le scavalcano, si riparano, si appendono ai balconi per poi uscire di nuovo a sfidare il toro. Capitan attacca, testa bassa, ogni cosa che entri nel suo raggio. Qualcuno ne fa le spese, chills and distributes the bull horns.
A scene such as one sees thousands each year in the villages of Spain's bull. José Luis
Until he decides to stop Capitan.
As if they were not there, where the band plays and the women and children waving fans lemon juice, where girls and boys wink swill, where men smoke the cigar of the day of celebration.
As if they were not there, but the shade of an oak, with the fresh grass under your feet and the horizon far away, there, where the hills touch the sky and the sky to touch down the hills. José Luis
through the barriers and arrive in the middle with the slow pace of the ascetic, and people splashing around via come birilli.
Capitan, Capitan, oye Capitan. Quieto, Capitan. Venga .
E il toro sente quella voce, si ferma e va incontro all'uomo.
I due si riconoscono, il toro vicino all'uomo si placa, ma poi subito si lancia e attacca un ragazzetto che si era avvicinato, incredulo.
Venga, Capitan, quieto, Capitan.
Di nuovo quella voce e di nuovo quei muscoli e quelle corna si fermano, Capitan ricorda quei pomeriggi e quel sole caldo, là tra i recinti dell'allevamento, e José Luis lo sfiora, gli sussurra altre parole all'orecchio, lo tiene vicino a sé.
L'uomo torna dietro le protezioni, si ritira, e il toro riprende a menare fendenti, Download to head down to chase anyone who comes within its field of view.
José Luis accompanies Captain once again, and then another, and then forever, and now all are waiting for them to cry out of fear for the posts of the first bull and then sigh of disbelief when the two are reunited.
One day in a remote village who knows where people are crowded against the fence was very euphoric, who knows, maybe alcohol, maybe the sun, perhaps a religious overflowing.
The people were all standing around and laughing, shouting, singing, excited. José Luis spoke to the bull, but there was too much confusion, and José Luis was distracted and Captain also did not remember or instead so he remembered everything he has in his veins for centuries and millennia, and attacked José Luis, drove him to the ground and then exploded in the air, and then again and again.
now ensure that all were silenced, around there. José Luis was on the ground and then lifted from the four-armed friends was rushed to the infirmary, and in the meantime Captain out there remember him and all that was there for his skill, and all pursued and forced to take shelter behind the iron bars , and when it was time to go back, Captain would not hear and continued to attack throughout. Until
José Luis was shot and then heard what was going on out there, and he understood.
E' uscito dall'infermeria, malconcio e claudicante, e si è avvicinato al toro.
Ora non fiatava più nessuno.
Il toro era lì fermo, in mezzo alla piazzetta, gli occhi duri, i muscoli tesi.
José Luis si è avvicinato e gli ha detto, calmo, vamos a casa .
I due si sono affiancati e hanno cominciato a camminare così, l'uno accanto all'altro, sereni, e sono tornati a casa.
(questa foto fa parte della straordinaria collezione di Albert de Juan, che potete trovare a questa pagina di Flickr )
Monday, March 7, 2011
Why Is Low Hemoglobin Bad?
Three
Tre sono i toreri, e di conseguenza tre sono le coppie di tori. Three pairs of
banderiglie three warnings: and three acts, of course, not surprisingly called tercios .
Subordinates are three, and three are the officiating: matador, peon, picador. Three
sit for the presidency, and the track is divided into three areas: the tables in the middle, and center.
Sun, sun and shade, shadow, are the three categories of seats to the arena.
The canons of the sector are good, guess what, three - parar, templar , send - as are the three states of the bull levantado , parado, aplomado .
There are three categories of arenas, there are three races - novigliada without horses novigliada, corrida.
Tre gli strumenti per uccidere (spada, descabello , pugnale), tre i posizionamenti in suerte prima che non siano usate le banderiglie nere.
Sono sicuro che il misterioso legame del tre con la corrida non finisce qui.
Beh, certo, un paio di tre possiamo trovarne ancora.
Così come di Rafael Lazaga Julia, ad esempio sentiremo parlare molto anche di un certo 3.3 - ma ne diremo più avanti.
Soprattutto, Alle cinque della sera è qua da tre anni.
Era il febbraio del 2008.
(foto Ronda)
Tre sono i toreri, e di conseguenza tre sono le coppie di tori. Three pairs of
banderiglie three warnings: and three acts, of course, not surprisingly called tercios .
Subordinates are three, and three are the officiating: matador, peon, picador. Three
sit for the presidency, and the track is divided into three areas: the tables in the middle, and center.
Sun, sun and shade, shadow, are the three categories of seats to the arena.
The canons of the sector are good, guess what, three - parar, templar , send - as are the three states of the bull levantado , parado, aplomado .
There are three categories of arenas, there are three races - novigliada without horses novigliada, corrida.
Tre gli strumenti per uccidere (spada, descabello , pugnale), tre i posizionamenti in suerte prima che non siano usate le banderiglie nere.
Sono sicuro che il misterioso legame del tre con la corrida non finisce qui.
Beh, certo, un paio di tre possiamo trovarne ancora.
Così come di Rafael Lazaga Julia, ad esempio sentiremo parlare molto anche di un certo 3.3 - ma ne diremo più avanti.
Soprattutto, Alle cinque della sera è qua da tre anni.
Era il febbraio del 2008.
(foto Ronda)
How To Turn A Man Into A Woman
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Fastest update to tell you that I'm hiding for "guilt" of the goodwill of my new studio ...
E 'BELLISSIMOOOOO
I'm going to crank out a bit 'of ideas .... Meanwhile
:
http://www.studiopilatesroma.it/
or follow my advice in the form of Fornelli
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Saturday, March 5, 2011
Free Bbq Island Plans
Matatoro
Mi ricordo che alla sua presentazione in anteprima l'anno scorso alla Feria di Arles, una fresca sera nella bella corte della bodega Los Ayudantes, il filmettino non mi piacque.
Sono belli i colori ed è affascinante l'estetica, sui tratti di un disegno non pulito ma di effetto, romantico quasi: è che la (breve) storia mi apparve sconclusionata e anche pretenziosa, avendo voluto riempire quei pochi minuti a disposizione di troppe interpretazioni e contenuti.
Attraverso gli amici di Toro, toreo y aficion ( * ) ritrovo oggi Matatoro , il cortometraggio tauromachico-circense in questione.
Lo si vede, per intero, collegandosi to this page. 
Mi ricordo che alla sua presentazione in anteprima l'anno scorso alla Feria di Arles, una fresca sera nella bella corte della bodega Los Ayudantes, il filmettino non mi piacque.
Sono belli i colori ed è affascinante l'estetica, sui tratti di un disegno non pulito ma di effetto, romantico quasi: è che la (breve) storia mi apparve sconclusionata e anche pretenziosa, avendo voluto riempire quei pochi minuti a disposizione di troppe interpretazioni e contenuti.
Attraverso gli amici di Toro, toreo y aficion ( * ) ritrovo oggi Matatoro , il cortometraggio tauromachico-circense in questione.
Lo si vede, per intero, collegandosi to this page.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Do I Need A Low Loss Header
Rafael Lazaga Julia
Write down the name, Rafael Lazaga Julia.
Novillero.
will hear about very much.
(photo Ronda) 
Write down the name, Rafael Lazaga Julia.
Novillero.
will hear about very much.
(photo Ronda)
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
How To Make A Male Hemp Necklace
An exhibition in Turin
44 at the gallery space is housed in Turin, until April 2, the exhibition Tauromaquia y Alrededores Italian Daniele Gay .
Professor at the Accademia Albertina in Turin, long-time aficionado, the artist has gathered for this exhibition Piedmont fifteen of his watercolors in which he proposes and summarize his artistic vision della corrida.
I nostri corrispondenti da Torino, umili eredi del grande Paternostro da Londra, andranno presto a visionare la mostra e ci riferiranno.
(nell'immagine, uno degli acquerelli di Gay) 
44 at the gallery space is housed in Turin, until April 2, the exhibition Tauromaquia y Alrededores Italian Daniele Gay .
Professor at the Accademia Albertina in Turin, long-time aficionado, the artist has gathered for this exhibition Piedmont fifteen of his watercolors in which he proposes and summarize his artistic vision della corrida.
I nostri corrispondenti da Torino, umili eredi del grande Paternostro da Londra, andranno presto a visionare la mostra e ci riferiranno.
(nell'immagine, uno degli acquerelli di Gay)
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Red Face Neck After Lunch
Why are we going to see the bullfight
Perché vado a vedere la corrida ?
Il toro nell'arena è trasparente. Ma non da subito. Bisogna che i sensi siano assuefatti. All'inizio non vedi altro che una nuvola nera. Questa enorme nuvola nera che volteggia incerta attorno a un damerino in ballerine, in attesa di ricevere un temporale di rabbia ferina.
All'inizio il toro è un paesaggio obscure its contours are not defined, you can not photograph it: we need more light. At first you are a monotonous landscape, without borders, the look is lost in a sterile and empty horizon, with no natural barriers: it takes more than the naked eye limit. But the limit dictate directions. When the sun
Andalusian s' shatters in your mouth open in wonder, when the stench of urine you are unfamiliar with how a whiff of the smell of your mother, when the late-summer melancholy bitch you alive at the beginning of Friday, here that the senses are ready. You begin to see the transparency. Now the cloud runs, runs, limps, follows, pursues, but does so with no way out. Boiling on a defined path and makes a circle around the guy dancers, who now looks like a dandy Vitruvian. The cloud is not uncertain, it is intended and you see it. It is no longer lament the sky.
Now the cloud has the steps to your amazement, the distances are made of cardboard. And 'here, an impressive swell of thunder, black coal of a deep well, which occurs for the first time. Suddenly, you see through. Here see clearly in charge darkens, the demiurge that foments. Is that you, with your ridiculous life dancers, who cares at the beginning of a storm ahead. The black cloud of death takes you forever, but only now you realize that the storm that brings with it, belongs to you. Are you to allocate silent dance of the bull, you're drawing the circle of nothing that you measure your life. Are you now, to sacrifice time for a better day.
Sergio Imparato
(Ronda photos - send your own text: alle5dellasera@tiscali.it ) 
Perché vado a vedere la corrida ?
Il toro nell'arena è trasparente. Ma non da subito. Bisogna che i sensi siano assuefatti. All'inizio non vedi altro che una nuvola nera. Questa enorme nuvola nera che volteggia incerta attorno a un damerino in ballerine, in attesa di ricevere un temporale di rabbia ferina.
All'inizio il toro è un paesaggio obscure its contours are not defined, you can not photograph it: we need more light. At first you are a monotonous landscape, without borders, the look is lost in a sterile and empty horizon, with no natural barriers: it takes more than the naked eye limit. But the limit dictate directions. When the sun
Andalusian s' shatters in your mouth open in wonder, when the stench of urine you are unfamiliar with how a whiff of the smell of your mother, when the late-summer melancholy bitch you alive at the beginning of Friday, here that the senses are ready. You begin to see the transparency. Now the cloud runs, runs, limps, follows, pursues, but does so with no way out. Boiling on a defined path and makes a circle around the guy dancers, who now looks like a dandy Vitruvian. The cloud is not uncertain, it is intended and you see it. It is no longer lament the sky.
Now the cloud has the steps to your amazement, the distances are made of cardboard. And 'here, an impressive swell of thunder, black coal of a deep well, which occurs for the first time. Suddenly, you see through. Here see clearly in charge darkens, the demiurge that foments. Is that you, with your ridiculous life dancers, who cares at the beginning of a storm ahead. The black cloud of death takes you forever, but only now you realize that the storm that brings with it, belongs to you. Are you to allocate silent dance of the bull, you're drawing the circle of nothing that you measure your life. Are you now, to sacrifice time for a better day.
Sergio Imparato
(Ronda photos - send your own text: alle5dellasera@tiscali.it )
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