BOHEME BUCKLES

Snorting horses, of clustered covered wagons and cooking fires, of playing children and barking dogs, of raiding parties and posses of mounted police; of the simple dignity of the Rom, of their exuberant animal magnetism; of the lake where carp play in the sun of approaching twilight.

I spent hours in formless daydreaming , rhythmically rocked by the swaying of the wagon and lulled by the hypnotic sound of the horses´hoofs on the paved road."

Yan doors, THE GYPSIES