Run

                           “ Do you give the horse its strength or clothe its neck with a flowing mane? Do you make it leap like a locust, striking terror with its proud snorting? It paws fiercely, rejoicing in its strength, and charges into the fray. It laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; it does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against its side, along with the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement it eats up the ground; it cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds. At the blast of the trumpet it snorts, ‘Aha!’ It catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry."

                   Esti doar tu si calul, ii auzi pasii sub tine, respiratia ce se ingreuneaza cu fiecare metru parcurs, dorinta lui de a alerga si mai tare chiar daca oboseala il ajunge. E un sentiment unic de care imi era foarte dor... Tot ce stiu e ca vreau sa filu la fel de libera cum m-am simtit astazi cand ii sopteam superbului cal negru " Run baby run!" iar el exact asta facea cu mai multa pasiune.