SUGAR

I was cold that night.
The noises around me were different and the steps of the horses passing by seemed like if they were walking on fields of cotton.
When the sun rose I thought I was covered with sugar.
In my long life I saw it few times but I always enjoyed the children throwing each other white snow balls.

(The Olive Tree Tales)

PURE POWER

Shiny, strong and nervous.
When I saw it the first time I thought it was pure power. I admit it scared me.
Then it came again together with a little girl.
She was caressing it speaking softly: it looked like enchanted by her.
She needed nothing else but her little voice to tame the powerful black horse.

(The Olive Tree Tales)

PURE POWER

Shiny, strong and nervous.
When I saw it the first time I tought it was it was pure power. I admit it scared me.
Then it came again together with a little girl.