In the city of Madrid there is life for everything, even for a “There are no tickets” in its Las Ventas bullring. There, on Saturday 23,000 sentient souls went to say goodbye to Julián López, the Juli, and ended up giving the party to Isabel Díaz Ayuso. This woman doesn’t miss a beat!
Minutes before the bugles of fear sounded, the president of Madrid appeared in the alley. Here I am, she proclaimed a colorful Barbiecore trendy pink jacket, from the Sfera brand (sixty euros). And, haha, applause for her and anger for the president –Sánchez, no, the one from the celebration–, whom her parents baptized Eutimio, Eutimio Carracedo Pastor to be precise. “With that name, of course…!”
That’s what a local neighbor said, despite the presidential success in denying the ear that the public requested for Juli in his first due to the fact that since he was saying goodbye to the arenas…
What is discrimination based on first name called? If we no longer discriminate based on gender, ethnicity, height, deafness, lameness or bad drinking, isn’t it unfair to question the merits of Eutimio Carracedo just because his name is that and not Bryan or Godofredo?
For the president, on the other hand, everyone seemed to love her. She reminded me of the popular affection that Ana García Obregón’s bikini poses aroused, back in Mallorca. That’s what she has to be at every party: she likes you.
To top it off, Julián López gave him the death of the first bull, which sounds ugly but is quite a distinction, with his alcohol-free toast, highly applauded by the respectable, a saying because in Madrid, in bad times, they get it. “For everything you do for bullfighting, for Madrid and for Spain,” he said. And not for Núñez Feijóo?
The afternoon was emotional and triumphant, as was predictable, but one, who does nothing for Madrid except spend the weekend, or for Spain – perhaps enjoy it -, was left saddened by the treatment of the president, Don Eutimio, who handled it well. emotions and acted with common sense in giving ear, while the president took a bath of adhesions for the nose. And I say: let’s see if it is going to burn before its time with so much sarao…
