Lo que observo más allá de la imagen
Observo una imagen cargada de gran energía, donde dos caballos de color blanco resaltan su dominio el uno del otro. Parecen estar decidiendo quien es el que manda más.
Lo que me hace sentir la Imagen
Me parece que en cualquier momento se decidirá quien sera el dominante y quien el vencido.
Correr al viento
Alguien a visto a un grupo de caballos correr al viento. Se deslizan galopando por toda la llanura abierta, los cascos resuenan en el suelo y se alejan. Ellos quieren permanecer libres, pero acuden al silbido del amo. Les gusta la caricia y el cepillado, ya están acostumbrado. Solo cuando los dejan sueltos comienzan a correr libremente.
Hay días de intenso trabajo, acuden a mover, revisar los limites del terreno, apenas descansan un rato. Junto al amo observan cercos rotos por extraños. Hay una nueva presencia de una manada de caballos salvajes. El amo tratara de acorralarlos y atraerlos.
Tomo varios días atrapar aquel nuevo lote y tenerlo a resguardo. Destacaba un joven blanquito. Era de una nueva energía y su presencia alborotaba a todos. Cuando estuvieron los dos cercas, trataron de demostrar quien mandaba allí. Y solo había una forma de solucionar eso y era echar a correr al viento a ver quien ganaba la carrera.
Este texto corresponde a mi participación en el concurso A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
ENGLISH VERSION
What I see beyond the image
I see an image full of great energy, where two white horses emphasize their dominance over each other. They seem to be deciding who is the most powerful.
What the Image Makes Me Feel
It seems to me that at any moment it will be decided who will be dominant and who will be defeated.
Run into the wind
Has anyone ever seen a group of horses running in the wind? They gallop across the open plain, their hooves echoing on the ground, and they move away. They want to be free, but they come to their master's whistle. They like being stroked and brushed; they're used to it. Only when they're let loose do they begin to run free.
There are days of intense work; they come to move, check the boundaries of the land, and barely rest for a moment. Together with their master, they observe fences broken by strangers. There's a new herd of wild horses. The master will try to corral and attract them.
It took several days to capture this new group and keep it safe. One young white horse stood out. He had a new energy, and his presence excited everyone. When the two were close, they tried to show who was in charge. And there was only one way to solve that problem: to run in the wind to see who would win the race.
This text corresponds to my participation in the contest A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
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