I’m looking to surrender myself,
like a wild foal.
Although I’m not anymore a tender foal for a long time now;
except inside.
But who could I surrender to?
They think that
the wild horses can be ridden
only if you sneak up on them.
No way!
They can be ridden after you look deep into their eyes
and if they see in you the royal gentleness,
they allow you to ride them
for a moment.
At the first mistake, they throw you out of the saddle.
It doesn’t work with the whip on them;
nor with sugar.
It works with trust.
The wild horse looks at you in the depths;
if there is no purity there,
he won’t let you at all.
If he finds it, even a little,
he’ll let you for a while,
until you find it too.
