“I remember the bull’s horn entering my chest, and its crazy eye in front of my face”. 15 bullfighters get naked, body and soul, to share fear, death and pain. The lips of their old scars are closed. And testify, silently.
Alma Herida
“I remember the bull’s horn entering my chest, and its crazy eye in front of my face”. 15 bullfighters get naked, body and soul, to share fear, death and pain. The lips of their old scars are closed. And testify, silently.