Remembering Joselito

I have been watching on tv a special progam of the 16th aniversary of 2 of May 1996 corrida. Proud to say I was there, looking Joselito´s art, tragic art under the rain.
For those loving this old fight, this kind of ephemeral sculpture, this was a sort of magic, this class in the circus.
The most amazing thing was the human side, a man whom disliked that fame, those highlights on the newspapers, those glory moments even.
The evening when José Miguel Arroyo, Joselito, was the real King, the master of masters. A man of my generation. A genius. An artist.

It is not necessary to be a purist with the past. Just to enjoy those good times.