Translated by: Zoran Ančevski
The horse that neighs and lifts off the dark soil
dark and mysterious like the myth about his hooves
his unshod hooves
That horse rises up on his rear legs
his nostrils splayed widely for the fragrant air
ready for great advances
He would even mutilate the earth that feeds him
He would uproot the proud an slow-moving tree
He would bite the sun
the sun which is high above him
He would suck all the water
the water which is deep under him
He would bear all the burden upon his back
But the rider is nowhere to see