jeste, znam - to je jedan od razloga zasto treba gledati taj film. ljudska sebicnost i zelja da poseduju drugo bice, takvo divno bice...
drugi razlog su te scene sa divljim konijma
mada, nervira me sto je USA produkcija, ti standardni klisei se vrte, i onaj kraj gde je konju zamotan vrat u parcence zavoja je....bljak. ali mi se ipak gleda zbog konja. i svidela mi se pesma.
Got to fight another fight - I gotta run another night
Get it out - check it out
I'm on my way and I don't feel right
I gotta get me back - I can't be beat and that's a fact
It's OK - I'll find a way
You ain't gonna take me down no way
Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it
Dont' push me - I'll fight it
Never gonna give in - never gonna give it up no
If you can't catch a wave then your'e never gonna ride
You can't come uninvited
Never gonna give in - never gonna give up no
You can't take me I'm free
Why did it all go wrong? - I wanna know what's going on
And what's this holding me?
I'm not where I supposed to be
I gotta fight another fight
I gotta fight will all my might
I'm getting out , so check it out
Ya, you're in my way
So you better watch out
Tako su divni...inace mi je omiljena zivotinja pored vuka konj, bezala sam sa casova na hipodrom (bio je preko puta skole) samo da bih ih mazila, i pomagala tamo onim likovima da ih timare, jednog sam i cokila u njuskicu...Boze kako su to divna stvorenja, sa medenim okama... Joj gotovo je sva sam se raspekmezila Hvala sto ste im posvetili paznju, slike su prelepe
kad bi samo mogla da postanes indijanac,za tren oka spreman,I kad bi na konju koji juri iskosen u vazduhu,neprestano osecala kratak drhtaj nad uzdrhtalim tlom,sve dok ne ostavis mamuze,jer nema mamuza,sve dok ne odbacis uzde,jer nema ni uzda,I dok predeo pred sobom ne pocnes da samo jos nazires kao pokosenu livadu,vec bez konjskog vrata I konjske glave …. `)
asimetricnost ::kad bi samo mogla da postanes indijanac,za tren oka spreman,I kad bi na konju koji juri iskosen u vazduhu,neprestano osecala kratak drhtaj nad uzdrhtalim tlom,sve dok ne ostavis mamuze,jer nema mamuza,sve dok ne odbacis uzde,jer nema ni uzda,I dok predeo pred sobom ne pocnes da samo jos nazires kao pokosenu livadu,vec bez konjskog vrata I konjske glave …. `)
eh....mozda nekad i jesam....mozda nekad i hocu....
bosonoga, stopljena sa prirodom....
sanjam o tome odmalena
danas samo u jednom veoma malom delu Mongolije žive PRAVI divlji konji - konji Prževaljskog ili "takhi"! U divljini su bili potpuno istrebljeni u vreme II svetskog rata, ali je, na svu sreću, u zoo vrtovima ostalo nekih 30ak životinja, od kojih danas vode poreklo svih oko 1.500 takhija, od čega manje od 300 u stepama Mongolije.
Przewalski's Horse (Equus ferus przewalskii or Equus caballus przewalskii, classification is debated), pronounced in English as /ʃe'væl.skiː/, also known as the Asian Wild Horse or Mongolian Wild Horse, or Takhi, is the closest living wild relative of the domestic Horse.
Most "wild" horses today, such as the American Mustang or the Australian Brumbies, are actually feral animals, horses that were once domesticated but escaped and reverted to an apparently wild status. The Przewalski's Horse, on the other hand, has never been successfully domesticated and remains a truly wild animal today.
"The stories we hear about how the West was won are all lies. The history of the West was written by the horse. Wherever a settler left his footprint there was a hoof print beside it. Men came further and further west to stake their claim on the great American wilderness. But they encountered a strength that couldn't be tamed - wild horses. Mustangs. The settlers called them parasites that would strip the land and starve their own herds. They couldn't domesticate them so they destroyed them. Isolated and hungry, they were on their way to disappearing from the face of the earth. Sometimes when the light disappears an afterimage remains - just for a second. Mustangs are an afterimage of the West, no better then ghosts, hardly there at all. No one really wants them, not ranchers, not city people - that's their destiny. Let them disappear once and for all, along with all the other misfits, loners, and relics of a wilderness no one cares about anymore. Lucky for us a few mustangs survived, hidden away in the mountains. We need to protect them, for they are the hope of some kind of living memory of what the promise of America used to be - and could be again. I believe there is a force in this world that lives beneath the surface, something primitive and wild that awakens when you need an extra push just to survive, like wildflowers that bloom after fire turns the forest black. Most people are afraid of it, and keep it buried deep inside themselves. But there will always be a few people who have the courage to love what is untamed inside us. One of those men is my father. There was once a time when Americans came West to discover their destiny. Today they seem to move around every which way, restless and unsettled. But I think they're still looking for the same thing - a place where they can be optimistic about the future, a place that helps them to be who they really want to be, where they can feel that this life makes sense, a place where they can feel what I feel when I'm riding Flicka - because when we're riding, all I feel... is free."
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