PALIO
Vigil in the haze of the night, the heart of Barbaresco suspended. It invokes, in the off hours of sleep, the privilege of fate imponderable. On tuff crumbly, the incessant ritual recurs. They hate the bad quarters, and the dream of victory contention, with violent excitement. The proud spirit of the horse, it yearns in vain for the last scrap, the splendor of glory intoxicating. Shrewd jockey, mercenary courage, relentless strikes the dark mane, and with secret tricks, reckless race wins.
(Maria Teresa Santalucia Scibona)