SAN FERMIN
The roundness of the Peruvian leaves on his shoulders and Pablo Aguado cuts off an ear for a delicious task, an oasis of calm on the noise fair, with a very noble run from Jandilla
Even the wind knew the name King Rock. “Peru, Peru, Peru!” Eolo blew as the cyclone of Lima appeared in the arena and with military pride he walked to the door of the pigsty. Between the cheers from the crowd he stood with a bull's eye while…
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