L’horreur en plein coeur de New York, quand un cheval qui tractait une calèche s’est effondré victime d’épuisement et de la chaleur. Une image révoltante alors que l’homme qui dirigeait la calèche le frappait à plusieurs reprises et lui ordonnait de « se lever ».
« Et si je te giflais comme ça, mon pote ? » a demandé un passant inquiet. « Arrêtez de le gifler », a-t-on entendu implorer une autre femme. « J’essaie de le relever, d’accord », a déclaré le conducteur en fouettant deux fois le cheval avec les rênes. Mais le cheval découragé s’est ensuite allongé sur le côté de la route et a posé sa tête sur l’asphalte brûlant.
Un groupe de policiers est alors arrivé et a été filmé en train d’arroser le cheval d’eau, avec de l’eau froide alors que les températures étaient à plus de 40 dans la rue.
« J’ai vu le cheval s’effondrer. Il était manifestement mal nourri, déshydraté, affamé. Le gars a commencé à fouetter son cheval et lui a dit de se relever au lieu de lui donner de l’eau », a déclaré Kelvin Gonzalez, chauffeur d’Uber Eats, 25 ans, au Post. « Je lui ai dit : ‘Mec, arrête de le fouetter, donne-lui de l’eau. C’est un cheval, pas une machine. »
« Le cheval a renversé l’eau parce qu’il était tellement désorienté. Il a léché l’eau sur le sol parce qu’il avait tellement soif. Le chauffeur s’en fichait. Il s’en fichait. Il voulait juste remonter son cheval pour gagner plus d’argent », a déclaré le témoin.
Grâce à l’intervention des forces de l’ordre, le cheval a pu être remis sur pattes et a été transporté dans un hôpital vétérinaire.
Un triste événement qui a relancé la polémique sur l’utilisation de chevaux dans les rues pour transporter les touristes…
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Auteurs-compositeurs : Moorer Lana Michele, Spice Jah Mikal, Stacy Jerrod, Joseph Bobby B Pour utilisation non commerciale uniquement. Données de : Musixmatch
I never liked this apple much It always seemed too big to touch I can’t remember how I found My way before she came around
I tell everyone I smile just because I’ve got a city love I found it in Lydia And I can’t remember life before her name
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I tell everyone I smile just because I’ve got a city love I found it in Lydia
And I can’t remember life before The day She called up and came to me Covered in rain And dinner time shadowing And as her clothes spun, we spooned And I knew I was through When I said « I love you »
Friday evening, we’ve been drinking 2 AM, I swear I might propose
But we close the tab Split a cab And call each other up when we get home Falling asleep to the sound Of sirens
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I found it in Lydia
From the battery To the gallery It’s the kind of thing you only see In scented, glossy magazines
And I can’t remember life before her name
Auteurs-compositeurs : John Clayton Mayer Pour utilisation non commerciale uniquement. Données de : Musixmatch
She got out of town On a railway, New York bound Took all except my name Another alien on Broadway Some things in this world you just can’t change Some things you can’t see until it gets too late
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Maybe, maybe, maybe You’ll find something that’s enough to keep you But if the bright lights don’t receive you You should turn yourself around and come on home
I got a hole in me now I got a scar I can talk about She keeps a picture of me In her apartment in the city Some things in this world, man, they don’t make sense Some things you don’t need until they leave you They’re the things that you miss, you say
Baby, baby, baby When all your love is gone Who will save me From all I’m up against out in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe You’ll find something that’s enough to keep you But if the bright lights don’t receive you You should turn yourself around and come on home
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For God’s sake, turn around
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Maybe, maybe, maybe You’ll find something that’s enough to keep you But if the bright lights don’t receive you Turn yourself around and come on home
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Auteurs-compositeurs : Rob Thomas Pour utilisation non commerciale uniquement. Données de : Musixmatch
