Malar Bumps Under Skin

L 'Horse Whisperer man who does not, but they like the horses, as .. calippo!

Mi viene in mente il mio amico Cristian, una volta che salivavo ai Campi di Flavona, nelle dolomiti di  Brenta, ormai diversi anni fa (credo fosse il 1998).

Salendo incontriamo due giovani puledri, giovani si capiva, ma cavalli fatti, fisicamente, they scurry back and forth to the extensive grazing, and each tour is drawing ever nearer, showing signs of restlessness.

Cristian starts to get nervous, and asked me that we never want those horses, ostentatious complacency with a man who poses as a rude tell him to feel comfortable that they will not do anything.

Meanwhile, the two fearless horses continued their strange ceremony, really starting to come around, ramps, snort, do not seem too peaceful, if not hostile, to crisis continues to repeat "calm, do nothing, actually I'm not very quiet, we are approaching very much, less than a meter now, and behave as if there wanted between feet. I keep saying "quiet", but I know that a horse is extremely strong and bigger than one person, against his will, even with the best intentions, can 'do really badly, kicking, biting, and so on.

"Quiet" ..

Return ..

"Quiet" ...

The puledrone break the inertia, once again I tip of her dancing, I plant the nose in my face, I'm petrified because I'm afraid I took it away (you know, a face gets used to it , and can 'make comfortable, sometimes ..), but luckily I'm not mistaken for a carrot, but a calippo, I spent twenty inches in the face and tongue after tasting his sorbet goes away with his partner and loses all interest in us.

I kicked up a sweat to climb up there with a heavy backpack, I was salty, he liked.

"quiet ..." and breathed a sigh of relief.

I remember also Michael, who loves horses, loves to mount them, but also eat them, and I always say "but look what they feel they want to eat them, sooner or later and pissed they send you to hell! "I imagine the scene, she arrives, and before you ride the horse began to tremble with fear, then once in the saddle for him is an emotional dripping

'help, now I eat! "

" now I eat! "

But I say, you can 'live like that? poor animals.

horses is not that I do not love them, fear them for the reasons I mentioned above, I like them, are majestic, beautiful

, but I prefer .. see them and see if there are, I do not care, let alone fit them eat ...

In fact for them I have a relationship of admiration, that has nothing to do with any exercise of ownership .. or possessive love.

can see that they know, in fact I come around, I lick, sniff me (I knew the swamp, I had been for hours in the marshes to photograph the Calto)

Caltha palustris

So I find myself wearing them around and are curious and we lose a lot of time with me, luckily I have the gearbox in a car, I have to get directly in the center of the Teatro Carani Sassuolo where the photographic exhibition ... and it's fine that I have the reputation for wild, ma arrivare completamente pezzato e odoroso di fango, acquitrino e bava di cavallo sarebbe stato forse troppo, anche per me.