A man in a bullfight

Yesterday, I was in a bullfight for the first time in fifteen years, with a ticket in first row kindly given by my rich cousin, who could not attend at the event because he had to support our national basketball team at the same time.
I must admit a bullfight is quite a bloody event. After all, an animal is killed in front of hundreds of people. I would limit the amount of bullfights to those in the main cities, because bullfighting is also some kind of art, there is some magic, some aesthethic in it, some thrilling emotion that can not be described unless you witness it in the arena. Some claim it to be the ultimate battle between force (the bull) against intelligence (the bullfighter). I do not know if this is true, but I do know that good bullfights (one in a hundred, probably) are a piece of art.

I am also delighted by the protocol in a bullfight. A lot of people play a role and I felt yesterday as if I were going back in time 30 or 40 years. For instance, in this picture, the other two bullfighters must be ready in case the main one needs help when dealing with his bull. Their attitude is pretty aesthetic (and cocky?). There are some other small details that are not so easy to be noted but that help in the process of building this special atmosphere one feels in a bullfight.
Those who usually are against bullfight often forget that the bullfighter is risking his life and deserves a minimum of respect, especially when they say that when a bull kills a bullfighter, the match is even (what also gives evidence of their benevolence). I am not a defender of bullfights, my point is that I do not like baseball, for example, and I do not wish any disgrace to baseball players and I do not even try to force others to end their hobby.

But I am moving to dangerous places, so let's sum up what I wanted to say: very nice event a bullfight, not due to the killing of an animal live but due to all the protocol and events that happen around the bull and the bullfighter.