The horse, with straight up neck, stopped by the shore;
it looked afar, over the rough sea. You didn’t know
whether its stand was that of a jolt or carelessness,
hesitation before the wrath of the water or
knowledge of the unbridgeable.
It remained motionless for a while, only
a shiver could be seen running on its sensitive ear
and you couldn’t tell whether it was listening to
the ocean or its shiver.
Then, with a sudden turn, it turned back, gentle and sad
and yet so snobby.