Colorina

MOROCHO

You are probably thinking, what the heck is this book about? Cause the prologue didn't say a thing.

Well if you kept reading till this point its cause you really want to know, and trust me, you deserve to know ; its about horses, my horse if you want more details, but I'm not gonna say anything else about it cause i will be doing the job of the story and that will take away all the fun, wouldnt it?

Im gonna skip some parts of the beginning of my life as an equestrian, cause even if I took the time to write it, this book will transform into an encyclopedia and, who actually keeps on reading them?

I had been riding for two years in that time, to be more specific, two years with 28 days, and until that time my luck with horses was... unlucky...lets say someway or another I ended riding the rude and tough ones, the ones that everybody dislike cause no one really knew how to treat them, please, don't get me wrong, every single one of them stole a piece of my heart, Marius, Liston and my first hell of a horse Morocho.

I was searching for a horse, my very first horse, and I swear it took me months, and thats luck cause it can take years.

If you dont really know about horses you may be thinking: It cant be that tough to find a horse! There are plenty of horses in the world!... Well, you are wrong, cause buying a horse its like buying ( i don't like that word cause it turns them into objects, which they are not) between a car, a bed, a chair, a child and a tv, let me explain myself, you need to like their temperament, the way it moves, the way it reacts to you, the way it hears you, if it fits you, if its comfortable, if you could spend hours sitting over him or her, if he trusts you or if he doesn't. Though thats a huge mistake in my opinion ( im not an expert) that riders use to commit, cause most of horses will trust you just and only IF YOU TRUST THEM, so basically you need to trust the horse before he or she trusts you, if not, quit it, go and find another sport, play tennis, ride a bike, play chess, cause the relationship is not going to work.

Riding a horse is riding yourself, cause when you are over him, every inch of your body connects with them, your heart, your eyes, your ears, even your mind, stop being seen as two and starts working as a whole.

So if you don't like your horse the relationship is not going to work and you'll probably end, if not both of you, mopping the floor after every fall.

How do you expect to communicate with someone on the phone if you don't speak the same language?

Same happens with horses, and thats what it failed between me and Morocho.

I never had the chance to ride him before it was mine. HUGE MISTAKE.

But I was young, he came from far away, and my dad decided to give me a surprise, which I still cant believe.

He decided it will be perfect; and it was; for me to arrive to my club, and find a horse waiting for me; the dream of every rider, cant deny; but every rider need to try the horse, take the time to know him before owning a heart.

Thing is, though the surprise was beautiful and tears of joy streamed down my face, our relationship didn't work.

He was small, smaller than an average horse, but high enough for him to jump 1,30 meters, he was black, black as if you where trapped in a room with no light but he had two white socks on the right hand and leg, and little river of whiteness ran through the middle of its face but his biggest characteristic was that he was one hell of a jumper, could turn in less than 3 seconds, jumped like a pegasus and won nearly every competition. But we were totally different, or who knows? Maybe we where so alike we kept away from each other, like magnets.

After 2 moths of trying to make our relationship work, he threw me off for the third time and I realized I wasn't enjoying horse riding. And whats the point of doing a hobby if you don't like it? That cant be called a hobby,can it?

So me and my dad decided, he needed to be sold, the fear of every horse. Cause when you sell a horse, you cant assure everything is gonna go well, you don't know where he will live, how he will be treated, and what will his fate be.

Fortunately for Morocho and me,we found a kid that love him with every inch of his soul, he loved every thing he did, good or bad, love the way he got angry, the way he smelled sugars, the way he waited for him at the barn, and together they won every challenge that crossed their paths.

I was jealous.

Not because of their winning, cause I would have had that chance but cause the emotions they felt toward each other.

When I saw them jumping in the field, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't distinct one from another, they where one beating heart that couldn't stand being apart. I was happy because it was me that make that happen, i let two hearts find their soulmate, and no matter what happened after, if he sold Morocho or if something separate them, they already belong together.

At the same time I was jealous, jealous cause I didn't have that relationship with someone, there wasn't someone waiting for me at the barn, in some ways, I didn't belong a heart.

But with a blink of an eye everything changed.