In the eyes of a galgo
In the eyes of a galgo you can always see a hint of sadness, left over from something that will never be completely healed, the legacy of a suffering which has no release. Carried with dignity, but deep nevertheless.
In the eyes of a galgo you can see the request for food, affection, love, for a safe place where he can let himself go, where he can rest without the terror of waking up in hell.
In the eyes of a galgo you can see absolute devotion which never becomes servile, a proud gaze that scans the horizon, a hymn to freedom.
In the eyes of a galgo you can see the crafty and slightly cunning air of someone who has learned that man will beat you down if you seem too cocky.
When your gaze meets the eyes of a galgo and you open your heart, your way of seeing dogs changes forever. Thank you, Cabi, for all this. Massimo Greco