Night goes away, a black bull--body heavy with mourning and fear and mystery--it has been bellowing horribly, monstrously,in genuine fear of all the dead;and day arrives, a young childwho wants trust, and love, and jokes,--a child who somewhere far away, in secret placeswhere what ends meets what is starting,has been playing a moment on some meadow or otherof light and darknesswith the bull who is running away... - Juan Ramon Jimenez