Dawn began life as a child, and the stars disappear, leaving the bed to the cradle of the night, the rising light of the day. With great and sudden majesty rose shooting horses, mules and then, trying to imitate them.
Nobody seemed to have been forcibly pulled from his bed, like an unwanted child, no one was restored to the world if not for his daily morning. Neither the servants nor any animal, because everything was a united body, each gear of a wagon caravan that was the integration needed to travel. The few large nocturnal birds remained on their trees to watch over the territory from the sudden onslaught of the caravan, they stretch their wings, and made of small jumps on their massive arms, as if to signify that they were also aware of the awakening of a world, equal to the same species, although of different costumes. And the sounds that were emitted only among themselves as to recognize a language, as if to understand. Those few who later followed the caravan, out of curiosity or pleasure, in the forest, they learned other ways to be with others or to make love.
And I tried.
must be said, however, to chronicle the truth, that the mules were already there before, with their load of weights, as the fate of those men whose journey knows no explanations or clarifications, or simply to know where they are going and how, and neither the management or business. And the mules, as often happens, with blind eyes on the walls of lime, kept there related to rain or sun, as the wall of a cell awaiting a ruling, to shake his ears and feet and tails, to the few who passed incompassionabili you pay attention, after returning home from countless times in the village squares, always deserted at that hour, like a carousel rides in recycling, with downcast eyes, carrying all the weight on the backs of the sunsets, and endless as you return from the mountains mysterious, for they always remained indecipherable and dumb, the mules were already, even before the first light in the piazza. Their wounds were not those steps are not pronounced, because their language was not understandable, nor sound of music that they can repeat. While the horses, as mentioned, were in full force the morning, wake up in strength to the manes, stirred up the brakes to bite and paw and show them to be proud of and those horses of the knights, and though always more animals than men subdued, but noble animals, which sometimes makes it seem like some sort of men, too submissive and pimps, a species and their equal, though noble, still animals. But the knights, they will be, harnessed for investiture or in the good seed, voted to set out how the light, which starts each journey is undertaken, although they also do not know, though, their destiny.
All of this, the Lord saw that second day, with benevolent eyes, who seems like everything is always done right and in the best way for all mankind, from creation of creation. And he gave them his blessing.
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Antonio Salis
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