THE HORSES AND THE ROAD
A horse-drawn carriage passes by,
followed by another one,
horse-drawn carriages one after another..
The poor road is being crushed,
not only by the horses’ feet,
but by the sound of their horseshoes as well..
Some of the horses move calmly,
leaving behind only
clop.. clop.. clop..
Some gallop at full speed,
as if they want to destroy
everything but themselves..
Clatter, clatter, clatter..
the defenseless road is being crushed..
Dust clogs its lungs,
wheels press into its side..
It cannot understand
what is happening to it,
poor defenseless road..
..
At last the horses move away,
the road is finally left alone..
Silence becomes a piece of cloth,
wrapping itself around the road’s bleeding wounds..
The poor road, touched by it,
is peaceful now,
like a person who has finally been shown kindness..
The horses, like some people,
have gone away..
I hope they never come back..
