And he trusted his horse onto
which he leaned and they travelled
and he felt stronger as they went
and behold the small oasis
with golden palm trees, far
at the end of their path, in front
of his horse the deep water-well
sang softly
and thirst resided in its depths
like a black eye down in
the bottom shining and
looking up at the world, life
was undisturbed there in front
of his eyes
and he took the rope and he
wished to find a pitcher to drop
down and fetch some water…
Libros Libertad 