Curro Romero: "Torear gave me very strange sensations" | Culture



"Torear gave me very strange sensations, as if my body did not weigh and they carried me around. It happened five or six times in my life and I was scared. What will this be? I wondered when I came to myself and saw people. "

So spoke yesterday in Seville the right-handed Curro Romero (Camas, Sevlla, 1933) in the course of a 'mano a mano' with the journalist Carlos Herrera, which was described as 'outstanding', organized by the Cajasol Foundation.

The retired bullfighter, who will turn 85 on December 1, recalled some snippets and anecdotes of his long bullfighting life in the hands of journalist José Enrique Moreno, director of these meetings between bullfighters and representatives of culture and sport, who have completed fifty editions in his ten years of life.

- How are you, teacher? It was the first question.

- Regular, he answered without thinking.

Romero said he felt unable to choose the job of his life "among as many bulls as I've played," but he was always clear about his favorite audience: tennis. "Yes, because I need silence," he explained, and that is the reason why he did not lavish himself in the Sanfermines of Pamplona. "The screaming and the merriment cause me a headache," he added.

He joked with the 'fatigue' he suffered in the many dark afternoons of his long career, when he promptly dispatched the bulls and provoked the wrath of the lines.

"If the afternoon was not good, all eyes were for me, and while another colleague fought, many shouted 'Curro, learn', with the intention of bothering me, of course. But what I was most afraid of was the exit from the ring. They threw me everything, pads, of course, and even spittoons, and the police tried to cover me with shields. And I was asking myself: what have I done to deserve this, if they had to be grateful to take me out of the face of a bull that was not worth it? "

Curro recognized his good fortune again because he never received any impact from the objects thrown at him by the angry spectators. He recalled the 'recklessness' of a supporter of his, an amateur of Swedish nationality, who on one of those 'black' afternoons went down to the ring with his baby of a few months in his arms and raised him in front of the bullfighter to protect him from the wrath of the amateurs "Are you crazy. As you do that again, "I said," I'll take the word away forever. "

But those low hours extended in time and Curro went through a hard period of low personal self-esteem. "I was desperate," he acknowledged, "and I went to a friend's house to tell him my sorrows, and he told me the following: 'Do not worry, Curro, your supporters do not want you any harm, they're just scolding you for what they leave to see ', and those words comforted me in those hard times. "

He said he was a bullfighter out of necessity. He knew the hard work of working in the field while still a child in the care of sheep and pigs before working as a delivery boy in a pharmacy. "If I had not been a bullfighter I would have liked to be a pastor," he confessed.

He said he was convinced that today he would not have been a bullfighter "because bulls are now elephants and do not move like in my time, in which many afternoons rammed the six of a bullfight."

At different moments of the colloquium, he detracted from his career. "I have not done anything extraordinary," he said. "I've only been lucky, I was born that way, and being a bullfighter has not forced me to a special effort; maybe, I have counted on harmony and a certain grace, but nothing more. Belmonte was strange, but it turned into something beautiful when he fought, and it is true that beauty is given off by few bullfighters. "

"The bullfighter is the only artist who performs his work in front of thousands of people," he explained, "and he has to hear someone say: 'So, no'. Can you imagine that happening to a writer or a painter while trying to find inspiration? "

"The luck I've had in my life has been impressive," he said. Or is it not luck, he asked himself, that Seville, my land, welcome me forever? "

The meeting was dedicated to the bulls and the radio, and the moderator asked him.

- There was a radio in your house when you were little?

-Ni radio or anything, he answered. A lot of work, yes, a lot of joy and no pain.

Romero recalled that when he wore shorts he was the collector of a bullfighting club dedicated to the Mexican right-hander Carlos Arruza in Camas, and that allowed him to listen to the corridas broadcast by Matías Prats. "I heard the bulls before seeing them in a square", until, shortly after, a picador, whom he helped 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 his close relationship with Camarón. He was also a friend of Manolo Caracol, who, on one occasion, encouraged the bullfighter to sing a fandango, which allowed him to hear the singer's verdict: "Curro, you to fight".

Flamenco put an end to the evening. Out of the program and to the surprise of the protagonists, the cantaora Marina Heredia and the flamenco pianist Dorantes desgranaron some musical brushstrokes that thrilled the maestro.

-Which was the best prize you have received ?, they asked him.

-The wait for my supporters. How nice it is that they wait for you ...

- And the most beloved memory?

-The bull. I have given away all the bullfighting equipment, because costumes, capes and crutches are secondary objects. The only important thing is what you have done in front of the bull.

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