Goosebumps run through the cells of my skin, flinching at the thunder, as if I am so defenseless…

But the cloud only gave everything that it could, everything that was, but you did not understand that I did not have

Enough heat to enjoy your cool rain on a hot day, admire the hail and enjoy the storm raging between us.

My dream is on another plane, not in this one

My heart is in another country, not in this one, but still, it is closer to the dream

They speak a different language here, but the whole world

Speaks the same language of love.

My thoughts are there, in another country, like the surf of the sea.

I am where my rest is, but my body is here, in the wrong country

And sunrises replace sunsets and countries change,

But they are getting closer and closer to the dream …

On the vast expanses, on the tops of mountains,

The horse is black with white wings, with a long mane,

Riding on the plains of freedom.

It flies across the sky and up to the moon,

Knocking down the stars with its hooves,

Unbridled, wild, a child of nature playfully passionately jumps slowing down the time of the gaze.

You are stunned by the attraction either from nature or from her child.

Your eyes are burning, you need her, oh this horse, oh this audaciously developing mane,

Oh this is what you wanted inside yourself, to feel like.

You want to command her,

But you don't need a bridle, nor a saddle.

You are grabbing her by the mane, and then by the neck,

In her ear you whispered about love.

The horse kicked, reared up, screamed,

But you are calm, a smile on your face, you are on a horse,

She in the arms strong enough and the strength is running out to resist these words.

These strong hands…

A sense of security and confidence in these hands and her fate.

Everything was quiet, except for the hearts and breathing.

Now you got down and came up to consolidate the victory by looking into her eyes,

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