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  • I'm riding a Paso Fino.. I gaze at the sea & it winks back at me. Schools (of fish) are in session just a few yards out, actively darting to and fro in brilliant colored displays of genetic uniforms. The finestep of the horse allows my thoughts to be as driftwood & I lose myself again & again in timelessness. This horse is my companion in shadow under an ever setting, ever rising sun. It's beauty is incomparable, a strong body, darkly shaded, with strange hypnotic yellow eyes..It was a horse of noble heritage, a descendant of colonial Spanish horses brought by the fool, Columbus himself. The ancestors of this breed had seen the cruelty of the sun for nearly 500 years. I noticed our shadows growing longer by the hour, it made me think of time & shudder. Now, the horse, Brio & I, united in shadow & in light were becoming acquainted under a watercolor sky. I felt I understood the language of the horse & it understood me. Brio, seemed to know secrets about the island the other horses hadn't & so I wondered if it was a descendant of the famous stallion Dulce Sueno. I acquired Brio, by trading a stable boy named Juan, some currency & a Hank Aaron rookie card. The card itself was not in particularly good condition & probably worth less than $500 on the market, for this, a kind of adventure...As i become lost in a stream of thought, Brio reminds me of the tangible present. Rounding the trail up the shoreline, Brio walks towards what seems to be an overgrown path with pricked ears. The horse, exercises a natural lateral gait & begins to approach the path which we dare! I loosen the reigns & let Brio take control as this noble steed teaches me to live in the tao of now..It's as if i know this moment could live forever if i let it. I can hear, smell, see, taste & touch the sea & it speaks within me, calling life.
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