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What the Wind, Part I

Cattlemen of milking dairy cows they do not know the proud of it, employers buitrerío style trabucaires to Sierra Morena, bullfighters top echelon of fairs, which are not domesticated like sheep, and sold to such a press shindig unable to free the rusty gear because it can not were born to slaves and thus are recruited, while evil lives on the crumbs and comply with chest out and the queues of fame pass his hand over his pad scurfy.
Press, except those of us in journalism and unemployment are the ones who have told the truth until we have left, Principal catastrophic situation which is bullfighting and which will be called to account at the time very seriously, and people will come from road dust off the archive and put each one in place. Press
accomplice to a crime, because I say that if any of us goes and hits a bump hammer in hand altarpiece in the cathedral of Burgos jump makes chips, the madman will fall about years old in jail for endangering national artistic heritage, distinguished bullfighting, which are you work with a common good and not a family business rained grandfather.
Press who can not write or know of bulls. Comedians shame journalists that if they had deserted the place as even the loose is laughable, when it is, because here there is a "guil" not a penny goes to the troops while the paste is worn by chiefs, who are today the most important figures of bullfighting, those who rule and decide the season, marking the future at will and whim of your pocket.
Does this snack black solution?
Yes, if desired.
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