Horses started to make me cry young. Watching them run was one of the most overwhelming feeling and tears couldn’t be avoided. I saw their god yesterday on the shore, he was proud and strong facing the ocean and I didn’t cry.

The ravens were few but they came to the Ape while I wandered alone.

Does tears make us weak and can we still ride when we love or are we doomed to watch from far the glory of the distant knight.

I don’t worship the horse god with his mineral gaze, because I build it with the salt of my tears. There is nothing to be proud about.