Brave Bull and they say we fight, that we hate, that we wish death to each other, not imagining that we actually love, that we need it, that if it would not be for you with my life I would not know what to do, and if not for me, you would no longer exist.

And they say that is something wrong and too barbaric. They don’t understand that is a call from the past, that exist from the time that our roads crossed several thousands years ago, that is a gut feeling, which goes beyond the wish to think.

The fact is that you have hurt and killed me and it is also true that I have killed you. But we both know that the garden of our passion must be washed down with sweat, blood and pain and the price is fair, to be and do plain and simple what we want. Me Matador, and you Brave Bull.