Resolute in leaving his timid past behind, Hernando Romero pushes ever closer to the edge of danger. To him, only the applause won at the brink between life and death is true glory. From the moment memory took root, his world was painted in two colors—roaring cheers and spilled blood. Bullfighting, the game of the fearless, was the ancestral glory his family had carried for generations. Fearing the childhood nickname "coward," Hernando made fighting and tango with death the meaning of life. 