He is as loving and tender as a child, but strong and sturdy as a rock. When on Sundays I ride him through the lanes in the outskirts of the town, slow-moving countrymen, dressed in their Sunday clean, watch him a while, speculatively:  
  "He is like steel," they say.  
  Steel, yes. Steel and moon silver at the same time.
Ch. 1 : Platero, as translated by Eloïse Roach (1957). - Platero and I (1917)























