A pony's dream (El sueño de un poni) [EN/ES]

A little pony was born on an ordinary day. He was white as snow and had a mane that danced in the wind. Our little pony was called Lightning Bolt. He was born with a great passion for running. He didn't care about his size; he loved to run. It was something that filled his heart and mind.

Despite his small stature, Lightning Bolt was not intimidated by what his friends and strangers said to him. The little pony kept running as fast as his strength allowed him to. Nothing could stop him from achieving his big dream: winning the grand prix.

The pony knew his limitations, but that did not stop him from pursuing his dream of achieving what he so desired. He kept training so hard that sometimes he would get exhausted and lie down on the green grass, letting out a few sobs.

He closed his eyes and his dreams transported him to the moment he longed for, seeing himself running along the dirt track. Dust rose from the noisy footsteps of the fast horses. Their heavy breathing released hot air from their nostrils.

The noise of the crowd filled every space in the racetrack. Little Lightning Bolt kept running with all his might, trying to catch up with the horses, which had already gained a considerable distance. This did not discourage the pony, who, even though he was in last place, was happy to be running where he had always wanted to be.

Lightning Bolt continued to devour the dirt track, his brown eyes fixed on the finish line at the end of the track. He couldn't stop moving his legs, with all the strength his little body could muster.

Lightning Bolt felt his heart was about to burst from the enormous effort he was making, and his mane flew in the breeze that tangled every strand of hair. Tiny particles of dust got caught in his long black eyelashes, which served as protection from the hostile weather conditions of the race.

The pony moved his legs with great force, and a miracle began to happen. Lightning Bolt's great speed allowed him to catch up with the horses. One by one, he passed them, until he reached the first one, and immediately a fierce battle ensued between the two horses.

The thoroughbred wasn't going to let a tiny steed beat him in the race. He began to glare at him and cornered him against the track fence. Lightning Bolt didn't know where to go. As he continued to approach the fence, he had to do something before his opponent made him lose speed.

The only thing the pony Lightning Bolt could do was move ahead so that the thoroughbred wouldn't push him against the safety fence. He closed his eyes and visualized himself reaching the finish line before everyone else. He opened his eyes and, 200 meters away, he saw what he longed for. The pony took a deep breath and summoned strength from somewhere he didn't have. At that moment, he began to overtake the thoroughbred, who looked on in astonishment as the little horse pulled away.

That proud horse was not going to take it lying down, so he began to pick up speed and when he was close, he grabbed the little pony's tail with his mouth. He pulled on it to make him fall, but Lightning Bolt's strength was surprising and no matter how hard the thoroughbred tried, all he managed to do was fall himself and roll across the track.

Lightning Bolt had a clear path to the finish line. After so much fighting and effort, he could taste the sweet flavor of victory. He was 10 meters away from achieving what he had longed for, and a smile spread across his muzzle. 5, 4, 3, 2...

“Wake up, Lightning Bolt.” The little jockey shook the pony insistently.

The horse's eyes opened, and he found himself in that green meadow, with that blue blanket. He got up and whinnied at his little friend, who kissed him on the forehead.

“Come on, my dear Lightning Bolt, we have to win the race.” The girl mounted the pony and together they rode off toward where the road met the horizon.

Lightning Bolt's dream was yet to be fulfilled, and he was minutes away from fighting for victory. The pony thought to himself, “Fly, Lightning Bolt.” He ran quickly down the road, searching for what he longed for so much.

The end

Un pequeño poni nació un día cualquiera, era blanco como la nieve y una crin que bailaba con el viento. Nuestro pequeño poni se llamaba Rayo Veloz. Nació con una gran pasión por correr, no le importaba su tamaño, le encantaba correr, era algo que le invadía el corazón y mente.

A pesar de su pequeña estatura, Rayo Veloz, no se dejaba amilanar por lo que le decían sus amigos y desconocidos. El pequeño poni seguía corriendo, tan rápido como sus fuerzas se lo permitían, nada lo frenaba en su gran sueño, ganar el grand prix.

El poni sabía de sus limitaciones, pero eso no lo detenía en su sueño por conquistar lo que tanto anhelaba. Siguió entrenando tanto, que en ocasiones quedaba exhausto y se tiraba en el pasto verde, soltando algunos sollozos.

Cerraba los ojos y sus sueños lo transportaban al momento tan anhelado, se veía corriendo en la pista de tierra. El polvo se levantaba ante los ruidosos pasos de los veloces corceles. La respiración agitada soltaba un aire caliente de las fosas.

El ruido de la multitud llenaba cada espacio del hipódromo. El pequeño Rayo Veloz seguía corriendo con todas sus fuerzas, tratando de alcanzar a los corceles, que ya habían tomado una distancia considerable. Esto no desanimaba al poni que aunque iba en última posición, se alegraba de estar corriendo donde siempre lo había deseado.

Rayo Veloz seguía devorando la pista de tierra, mientras sus ojos cafés se fijaban sobre la meta, que se veía al fondo de la pista. No podía dejar de seguir moviendo sus patas, con toda la fuerza que su pequeño cuerpo podía suministrar.

Rayo Veloz sentía que su corazón iba a estallar por el esfuerzo gigantesco que estaba haciendo y su crin volaba ante la brisa que se enredaba por cada cabello. Las pequeñas partículas de polvo se enredaban en las largas pestañas negras, que servían de protección ante el clima hostil de la carrera.

El poni movía las patas con gran fuerza, y un milagro empezó a producirse. La gran velocidad del Rayo Veloz hizo que alcanzara a los corceles. Uno a uno fue pasándolos, hasta llegar al primero, inmediatamente se produjo una lucha campal entre los dos equinos.

El pura sangre no iba a dejar que un diminuto corcel le ganara la carrera. Empezó a mirarlo de muy mala manera y lo iba acorralando contra las cercas de la pista. Rayo Veloz no sabía hacia dónde ir, mientras seguía acercándose a las cercas, debía hacer algo antes que su contrincante lo hiciera perder velocidad.

Lo único que pudo hacer el poni Rayo Veloz era adelantarse, para que el pura sangre no lo haga ir contra la cerca de seguridad. Cerró los ojos y se visualizó llegando a la meta antes que todos, abrió los ojos y a 200 metros vio lo anhelado. El poni tomó una gran bocanada de aire y sacó fuerzas de donde no las había, en ese instante, empezó a superar al pura sangre, quien atónito miraba como aquel pequeño equino, se iba alejando.

Aquel caballo orgulloso, no se iba a quedar tranquilo, así que empezó a apurar el paso y cuando estuvo cerca, tomó con su boca la cola del pequeño poni. Lo haló para hacerlo caer, pero la fuerza del Rayo Veloz era sorprendente y por más que intento el pura sangre, lo único que consiguió fue caerse el mismo y rodar por toda pista.

Rayo Veloz tuvo la meta despejada para pasar por ella sin ningún contratiempo. Después de tanto pelear y esfuerzo podía probar el dulce sabor de la victoria. Faltaban 10 metros para conseguir lo que tanto había anhelado, y un sonrisa pintó en su hocico. 5, 4, 3, 2...

«Despierta Rayo». La pequeña yóquey movía insistentemente al poni.

Los ojos del equino se abrieron, viéndose en aquel prado verde, con aquella manta azul. Se levantó y relinchó a su pequeña amiga, quien le dio un beso en la frente.

«Vamos, mi querido Rayo Veloz, tenemos que ganar la carrera». La niña montó al poni y juntos se fueron hacia donde el camino se confundía con el horizonte.

El sueño del Rayo Veloz aún debía cumplirse y estaba a minutos de pelear por la victoria. El poni pensaba para sí mismo. «A volar Rayo Veloz». Corría rápidamente por el camino, buscando lo que tanto anhelaba.

Fin

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