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He rides by night. Each and every night. From the woods to the plaza, from the plaza to the lake, from the lake back to the woods, and under stormy skies, emerging from the dark woods, to the diamond-shaped expanse of the lake. He learned to ride as a child with his brother Leonardo. People called them les frà¨res mexicains because they were descendants of Mexicans, and because Mexicans were famous for their horsemanship. How strange to think how late horses arrived in Mexico, not till the start of the Spanish Conquest! Four-legged monsters, the likes of which had never before been seen, and the iron man, armed and part of the beast, comprised the beast itself: four legs, two arms, then two more legs clinging to its haunches.
That's what Dante thought about when he galloped at night through the woods and parks, squares and lakes, at night, a phantom of the city, a silent herald of the revolution, its coming denied by the persistence of pain, poverty, and the past.