A Play All horses gone. All roads turned to Pampa. Without the horses. The horses took all roads and streets and paths with them. The distance between all buildings turned to Pampa. A wide Pampa occured between everything. The Puma knows the quickstep from the Mountains. You cannot see the Mountains. They re far away. To the Puma it s a daunty jump only. Do you see. What do you see. I had been raised with horse milk. They re not raising anyone like me anymore, all horses gone. Let me make a step and I am the Gaucha in the sky. My body took all the horses perception in, single drop by single drop, a long refreshing rain. All the history of the perception of horses, I smell the Puma. www.andreas-urstadt.net