First Post

I don't know how the hell to start so I will let Franz Kafka start for me, so here it goes:

The Wish to be a Red Indian

If one were only an Indian, instantly alert, and on a racing horse, leaning against the wind, kept on quivering jerkily over the quivering ground, until one shed one’s spurs, for there needed no spurs, threw away reins, for there needed no reins, and hardly saw that the land before one was smoothly shorn heath when horse’s neck and head would be already gone.

and in Spanish

Deseo de ser un piel roja

"Si uno pudiera ser un piel roja siempre alerta, cabalgando sobre un caballo veloz, a través del viento, constantemente sacudido sobre la tierra estremecida, hasta arrojar las espuelas porque no hacen falta espuelas, hasta arrojar las riendas porque no hacen falta riendas, y apenas viera ante sí que el campo era una pradera rasa, habrían desaparecido las crines y la cabeza del caballo".

Kafka