I thank Saint Liberata. When I was performing at the Plaza in Tabasco, the bull Fanfarron got me badly. But I was lucky—I got only one leg amputated and one eye removed. I’m recovering quite quickly so I could back to bullfighting as soon as possible.

My daughters and I went to the mountains to gather some herbs for our grandmother. On our way back, a strong wind arose, it started raining and the stones began to fell down. We entrusted ourselves to Saint Liberata, and not even a small stone hit us. After that we descend from the mountains. We were wet, cold, but safe and sound. We thank for this amazing miracle.