open letter

AN OPEN LETTER TO “WILD SPIRIT”
Argeny Elizabeth Chiran
Valle del Cauca
March 3
2011
Dear WILD SPIRIT
I keep thinking about you my one and only friend. Once you were afraid of me and me I felt proud about you because you were tender like a little lamb at the same time you were strong like a lion.

The first time I saw you I thought you would die. I felt pity for you and I decided to take care of you my lovely friend. Then you became my child I was like your mother. Not like her But I did my best. I know it might have been hard to forget your mother she was the prettiest mom. But you my little friend you had to forget her because she went away even though she did not want to. I testified how she fought against all those who tried to separate her from you. It is true that we have to abandon our loved beings one day but you were separated from your mom as soon as you could walk. However you gave the first passes holding on her. I can’t image how much it might have hurt you. I remember that you cried day and night with the hope your mother would come back. When you had no more tears you stopped crying but you got sick. I watched you over all nights. I could see that in your dreams you stayed with her because you made your mouth like you were sucking the sweet milk from your mom. And when you woke up you had the taste of the milk on you, that made you to believe your mother was next to you. That sensation gave you force to stand up, you did not see her but you felt her. I am sure she was there and she wanted you to stand up and to keep alive.
Then my one and only, you grew up next to me you were right when you didn’t trust in any of us. You had reasons I always understood it you were an indomitable young colt. Yes you hurt many of those who tried to control you; sometimes it was fun when you threw them away I think you kept the images when they separated you from your mom. Even with me you wanted to keep distance you knew I did not hurt you. I just protected you, however I belonged to that group of beings that made you suffer but I took care of you since I was a child , you know that. You my first friend I grow up with you. Now that you are getting older you keep seeking your mom out, all nights and you can’t keep still for a minute. I said to you she would come back because I did not want to see you die of pain; I longed to see you become a great steed running on the meadow. But I have constantly realized that you prick up your ears when a mare neighs and you look at the place where the neigh comes from. Then you go crazy, you start to run fast and fast from one side to another neighing so loudly. I know you hope to see her again but when you don’t see her, sadness invades your spirit and your live turns into a torment for ever and a day . So I can’t hide this secret more also it is killing me day by day. She got sick after the day of your separation then they took her to the slaughterhouse,. My friend it was like that, your mom is not here please stop looking for her. You will find her on another land.
Sadly
argeny...your friend