*On the Spanish Horse, the Andalusian – Juan Llamas*

“Only ask, and he will weave a spell to light the dark recesses of your being,
spinning around you a web of sweet delights.

He will be your children's playmate; a child himself, he'll do no harm.
He'll pardon like no other your omissions, errors, thoughtless handling.

His back, a throne of feathers, will bear you smoothly at the trot and gallop.
He'll go where others dare not. He'll stand firm where others flee in terror.

You'll discover that the pirouette is easy, that a rein back can go on forever,
that you need not be a great rider to perform airs above the ground.

At the spur's light touch he'll take flight with the wind,
bearing you safely through the air laden with long forgotten fragrance.

With him, the distant mountains will be clearer, brighter the light of the stars,
the trilling of the nightingale more joyful, sweeter the gurgling of the streams.

And at last you'll understand why he was e'er the chosen one of kings.”

*The Horse in Battle – Felix Salten °1869*

“He did not feel the ground under his feet … he thrust himself into the capriole,
rose high in the air … forelegs and hindles horizontal.
He soared above the ground, his head high in jubilation. Conquering!”