Horseshoes… and what value would they have for those people? horseshoes, either stuck in the lime of the wall or inside walls themselves. There they are; lost, forgotten, still in time, where their owners left them and not because they were dropped or lost by an animal. The use was for their home itself, there those people made their lives and followed proper dreams. At that moment, that afternoon she thought about, she wandered... how many gazes would have followed the lovely sunset from that window, with their eyes fixed, dumbfounded for a moment, leaving their tasks? a hypnotizing sun, either in cold winter, seeing in the sun a relief of comfortable warmth, or also appreciating in that golden sphere, the force that ripened ears of wheat, olives or carob trees. Probably, there would be a crystal, and a crystal was a luxury, a simple sheet of glass that trembled in the slot.

She was amazed when she found a horseshoe inside a double partition, hidden by its owners, something at once worthless and on the contrary full of strength and desires, full of that what is the most expensive in this world: time. Crammed with time.

However, make no mistake, those people did not put all their hope in horseshoes. They value their future in their effort and own work, in their desire to excel, in their desire to live. In love to land, to animals. Owners of a beautiful balance that mankind has managed to maintain for many years.

She touched the old horseshoe, slid her hand over the rust, being careful not to injure with some of the forge nails that still remain, and gently removed traces of lime, which had been deposited when making the second wall closure. How beautiful! How strange! Its rusty texture, its wear over time.

She wondered if by rubbing her fingertips, her palms across the horseshoe, she could feel something. She found herself looking for answers, indeed she was looking for communication… - “What are you doing there? Tell me, who put you there and why? -.

When looking at the sunset, she was looking for answers as well. She followed with her eyes the same rays that other generations had followed, their strength was still intact there, in the little piece of land that was part of their life.

She felt the need to improve, certainly the answers were there… the intensity was still there, in the details around. One just had to be interested enough to look for it, be sufficiently receptive and perceive it.

- “I have seen your secret, after more than a century, their desire and your commitment. Your love of life”-.

Nothing and no one are left behind, we are all… we are in the details and in the energy and in the cycle of days, imbued in repetitive tasks, in the same needs and desires. Can you feel?

Implacable time does not stop, and continues without halting its march... How to stop for a moment? If we are a breath in existence.