There was a horse, tormented itself to be capable of flying
and then there was a hawk, distanced itself to be able to accelerate in progression in the toughest race there is.
There was a third kind too,
a baboon, swayed himself in the most singular joy of life.
But you see an idea of civilization made the horse believe to be a racer, the hawk to be flyer and snatched the baboon from its engagement in normalcy.
The radicalism of the string that binds eons of cultural intimacy.
Can this hypocritical coexistence take the weight of the resentments of herds?

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Photograph: Amar Guillen.