“Goad I was experiencing sensations very strange, as if my body does not weigh and take me away over shoulders. Happened to Me five or six times in my life and I was scared. What will be this? I was wondering when he came back in yes and I saw the people.”
So spoke yesterday in Seville, the matador Curro Romero (Beds, Sevlla, 1933) in the course of a ‘hand to hand’ with the journalist Carlos Herrera, who was described as ‘outstanding’, organized by the Foundation Cajasol.
The bullfighter withdrawn, that the next December 1 will meet 85 years old, recalled some casino glimpses and anecdotes of his life-long taurine in the hand of the journalist José Enrique Moreno, director of these meetings between bullfighters and representatives of culture and sport, who have complied with fifty issues in its ten years of life.
– How are you, teacher?, it was the first question.
– Regular, ” he replied without thinking about it.
Romero said he felt unable to choose the site of your life “among many bulls as I have toreado”, but it was always clear what was your audience favorite: the tennis. “Yes, because I need the silence”, he explained, and that is the reason that it is not lavished in the Sanfermines of Pamplona. “The shouting and the revelry give me a headache”, he added.
he Joked with the ‘difficulties’ it suffered in the many evenings dark of his long career, when he promptly bulls and provoked the wrath of the lines.
“If the afternoon was not good, all the looks were for me, and while other companion toreaba, many were yelling at me ‘Curro, learn’, with the intention of harming me, of course. But what I fear the most I produced was the exit of the arena. I threw everything, pads, of course, and until escupideras, and the police tried to cover me with the shields. And I peguntaba: what have I done to deserve this, if I had to be grateful for to take my soon from the face of a bull that I don’t worth”.
Curro was recognized again for his good luck because I was never any impact of the objects that he threw the angry spectators. He recalled the ‘recklessness’ of a supporter of yours, a fan of Swedish nationality, who in one of those evenings ‘black’ came down to the ring with his baby of a few months in the arms and lifted him up in front of the matador to protect it from the wrath of the fans. “You’re crazy. As ever do that,”- he said- “I recall the word forever.”
But those low hours were prolonged, and Curro went through a tough period of low self-esteem. “I was desperate,” he acknowledged, “and I went to a friend’s house to tell him my sorrows, and this told me the following: ‘do Not worry, Curro, your supporters don’t want any evil, we just are at each other’s throats so that they cease to see’, and those words I took comfort in those hard moments.”
Grandbetting he Said he was the toreador out of necessity. He knew the hardness of the worked in the field being still a child in the care of sheep and pigs before working as a run at a pharmacy. “Had there not been a bullfighter I would have liked to be a pastor,” he confessed.
he Said he is convinced that today would not have been a bullfighter “and the bulls now are elephants and do not move as in my time, in which many evenings embestían the six a run”.
At different times of the colloquium took away merits to his career. “I have not done anything extraordinary,” he said. “I’ve only had luck, I was born as well, and be a bullfighter not has forced me to make a special effort; perhaps, I’ve had harmony and a certain grace, but nothing more. Belmonte was rare, but was transformed into something beautiful when toreaba, and it is true that the beauty of the shed a few bullfighters”.
“The torero is the only artist that performs their work in front of thousands of people,” he explained, “and have to listen to someone say: ‘Well, no’. Can you imagine you that that happens to a writer or a painter trying to find inspiration?”.
“The luck I’ve had in my life has been amazing,” he emphasized. Do or not is luck -asked – that Seville, it’s my land, I welcome him, for always?”
The meeting was dedicated to the bulls and the radio, and the moderator asked.
– is there a radio in your house when you were little?
-no radio or anything, ” he answered. A lot of work, yes, much joy and no sorrow.
he Recalled then Romero that when he wore short-shorts was the collector of a peña taurine dedicated Beds to the right-handed mexican Carlos Arruza, and it allowed him to listen to the bull that shone Matías Prats. “I heard the bulls before seeing them in a square”, until, shortly after, a picador, which helped him to dress, gave him the first entry without a seat to see a celebration in the Maestranza.
he Recalled, Curro Romero, his love of flamenco and its close relationship with Shrimp. He was also a friend of Manolo Caracol, which, on one occasion, he encouraged the president to sing a fandango, which allowed him to hear the verdict of the singer: “Curro, you to goad”.
The flamenco put an end to the evening. Outside of the program, and to the surprise of the protagonists, the flamenco singer Marina Heredia and the pianist flamenco Dorantes destemmed few touches in music that excited the teacher.
– What has been the best prize you’ve received?, asked.
-waiting for my supporters. What’s nice is that you wait…
– what I remember most wanted?
-The bull. I have given away all the belongings of bullfighting, because the suits, the tops and the crutches are child objects. The only important thing is what you’ve done in front of the bull.