The White Horse Page #4

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He went with the intention of reaching the north...

having left Guadalajara.

His noble rider took off the rein,...

he took off the saddle and went bareback,...

crossed like a flash lands of Nayarit

between green hills and the blue of the sky.

At a much slower pace they arrived at Esquinapa...

and through Culiacn already walked haltingly,...

they say that in Mochis already he was falling...

that he had his whole muzzle bleeding.

But they watched him pass through Sonora...

and the Yaqui Valley gave him its tenderness,...

they say that he limped on his left leg...

and despite everything continued his adventure.

He arrived in Hermosillo, continued to Caborca...

and through Mexicali felt like he was dying,...

came up step by step through the Rumorosa,...

arriving in Tijuana with the light of the day.

Having completed his feat he left for Rosarito...

and didn't want to lie down until seeing Ensenada...

and this was the ballad of the white horse...

that left one Sunday from Guadalajara.

Ocotln seems very remote, but here we are.

~ Hey, partner.

~ Yeah?

I staying with you, right?

No, your grandmother's expecting for you.

You're going to get a home there and you'll be very happy.

But you didn't.

I want to be free to wander everywhere, like you.

Playing cards, target shooting...

Having a gun and being a proper man, like you.

Ah, that's not being a man!

I have my flaws, I'm not an angel.

One day or another I'll wake up with a bullet between my eyes.

Tougher guys have been get rid of.

Valentn de la Sierra.

Thomas Resendiz.

Benjamin Argumedo, no, man!

Then, you don't want me to stay with you?

Well... no, you'll be better off with your grandma. Let's go.

You're in a hurry to stay, no?

That was your idea.

Besides, anyone who has grandmother at least wants to know her.

So go on! Put on your sailor suit with its starched neck.

And don't cry, you look like your horse just died!

It's a burro, partner, like the grandfather of the white one!

Keep your horse, I won't ride a donkey anymore.

And wait there! That's your horse. It's yours.

It's like a mortal sin to get rid of a horse.

What do you think, that horses don't have feelings? That they don't have a heart?

They feel like their masters' children and thus must be treated like children. I'm going.

Do you think, partner, that horses are better than people?

I mentioned I don't want to be your nanny! Cowardly brat!

Joselito!

But where did you get to, Joselito?

What does someone mean by "escuincle" and "rajn"?

"Escuincle" and "rajn"?

Look:
escuincle means a child.

And "rajn", that's not to behave like a man. Umm... someone who flinches!

You'd better understand I'm not any sort of "rajn" or "escuincle".

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