At the stable they were neighbours at the manger, and lived with lowered heads, breathing in each other's nostrils, exchanging a constant dream of daylight, visions of green grass, of white roads, of infinite yellow light.
A l'écurie, voisins de mangeoire, ils vivaient la tete basse, se soufflant aux naseaux, échangeant leur continuel reve du jour, des visions d'herbes vertes, de routes blanches, de clartés jaunes, a l'infini.