The Art of Bullfighting

It began with some light, slow music, and the doors of the arena were opened as to welcome the matadors, the support crews of “banderilleros” and “picadores”, and horses onto the floor. Dressed in what translates to english as “suit of lights”, with gold tassels and miniscule detailing, the matadors came out shoulder’s back, chests out, heads held high. Knowing that they held the power and ability to be able to take down a bull, or die trying to do so. They walk towards the side of the ring to salute the “president” of the bullfighting, who will be judging the event.


The Aguacilillo (“sheriff” or “keeper of the rules”), on a majestic horse with a braided mane, wearing an outfit that only one could picture Christopher Colombus in, shows the amount of tradition that has been upheld in this event since the 18th century.  The horse, with a gallop and skip in his step, rides up to one of the members of the support team with a large key. The key to open the door to where the bulls are being held.



The music begins again, dark and deep, signaling that the first bull is about to be released. Two men come out into the center of the ring with a large sign overhead with the name of the bull, weight and the matador, who will soon bring it to its death…

In a traditional bullfight, there are 6 bulls and 3 matadors, with each matador having their own support crew. The matadors each go through the “dance”, as I will call it, ordered by experience, with the most experienced opening the arena.

The first bull enters the ring, large and angry. The crowd watches in awe, eyes glued to the ring down below, quiet as a mice. The bull circles the outside of the ring, looking for something to charge at. The muscles pulsing, moving as the bull strides swiftly and strongly.


The support crew began to come out from the side “hiding spots” with their pink and yellow capes, holding them with both hands as they are heavy and large, and even able to stand up on its own due to it’s immense weight. The draw the bull to the far side of the ring to make space for the horse to enter.




The horse comes out, completely covered in metal and with blinders, guided by the man siting upon its back holding a long spear, called the “picador”. The matador leads the bull to where the horse is, using his cape to guide him. As the bull approaches the horse, he sees it as a threat and charges him. The man on the horse leans down and spears the bull in the upper back, holding the stick down as the bull leans himself into the side of the horse. The horse moves with the bull, but does not know what is going on, so remains calm, steady and completely unharmed.


A member of the support crew comes over to the bull, who is still set on trying to kill the horse, as to distract and move him away from the horse. The bull notices the movement of the cape, once again and begins its charge towards the man instead, while the horse leaves the arena.


As the bull moves back towards the center of the ring, the “banderilleros” with two ornate sticks, one in each hand, emerge into the ring. They stand with their hearts lifted, ready to charge the bull, with the aim to place the sticks at the top of the bull’s back.





After the bull has been “sticked” 3 times and has 6 tassels hanging from its back, the music signals again for the matador to take his place in the ring, for the final act. The support crew takes there places behind the little hide-outs, ready to make a move in the case something goes wrong.

The matador enters from the side, making his way to the center of the ring. He takes of his hat and holds out his arms to receive the welcoming from the crowd. He holds his head up and walks to the center of the ring, slowly and with intention. He stops and throws his hat to the side, watching it roll over itself through the dirt, hoping that it will land facing down, signaling good luck.



The matador is ready, poised, and determined. He holds a red cape, lighter and smaller than the initial pink and yellow ones used called “muleta”, and cautiously begins to approach the bull. The matador’s face says it all, he is ready to bring down this bull. Tranquil and fierce, the matador leans the flag towards the bull’s beady black eyes to begin the dance.

The bull shoves its head down and charges, following the movement of the cape, making his way around the matador. The matador arches his back and maintains the movement of the cape, gently and slowly, around his body as the bull follows. He repositions his feet and signals the bull again to follow the cape. He does a sequence of moves, gradually repositioning his feet, leaning and arching his back to continue the movement of the bull, and trying to get the bull to circle around him, as close as possible, without getting killed in the process.






The crowd begins to cheer, “Ole!!!” As the matador successfully maneuvers the bull. The feeling of the crowd can be felt down below, from how people are sitting in their seats to the level of “ole”s making their way to the floor. The band elevates the mood as well, with upbeat and encouraging music, only when the matador and bull both are in sync to this complicated waltz.

The matador respects the bull so much that it give the bull the chance to artistically fight for its life. If a bull is brave enough, strong enough, then his life is spared, and is returned to the grasslands where it grew up, free to only procreate for the rest of its life, as to maintain the strongest genes that have been perfected for centuries.



After a bit of dancing, the clock strikes midnight, and it’s time for the kill. The matador changes out his sword for one intended to kill the bull. They continue with a short gig, with just a few more charges. A hush falls over the crowd, as the matador brings the sword up to his face level, staring at the bull eye-to-eye trying to read its potential last move.


The matador charges straight for the bull’s upper back, killing the bull almost instantly.  The bull falls to the ground and the crowd jumps to the feet in applause, the matador holding his hat up to the sky, with pride and over-bubbling joy.


Then the bull is there, dead. Two black and white beautiful horses then appear, with a dragging metal carrier to pull the bull out of the ring. Two men tie up the bull, and make a circle around the ring, the audience clapping as it makes its final exit.



Sometimes, the crowd is still standing at this point, waving white handkerchiefs up over their heads, signalling that the matador did an excellent job, and thus, deserves an ear (or sometimes both ears) of the bull as a trophy. The president then decides whether the matador performed well enough to receive an ear. He presents the ear to the matador, holding up the ear to the crowd and begins circling the outskirts of ring to receive the applause from the masses.

Up on their feet, people start by whistling and cheering, and then, throw down their drinking leather things called boots, flowers, hats, or kids (just kidding, no children were thrown down). And sometimes even, the humble matador gives away his ear, throwing it up for a fan in the crowd to take home. Parading around with his support crew, the matador is proud, happy and beaming ear -to-ear.




I smile at Santiago and whisper in his ear, “Thanks for bringing me here.”




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