WILD HORSE A LOVE

Have you ever seen a wild horse, riding madly the land?

His grace only equal his savagery, and the smallest breath

Makes him to kick the clouds and whinny at God.

With patience, you can hope some attention,

But never wait from him any surrender,

Otherwise he will turn to the stupidest mule...

He is like the air, flowing, delicate at the azure of your dream.

But just put on him the pressure of the injustice,

And the cool breeze turns onto a hurricane

Nobody would like to ride...

His clogs slashing your heart of his panic...

He is like the sea, immensity of a healing mystery.

But just shake his water with the propeller of the incertitude,

And the soft undulation turns onto destructive waves

No ships would like to sail...

His clogs trampling on your heart of his anger...

He is like the flame, fragile light in your darkness.

But just overturn this candle by clumsiness,

And the light turns onto an unstoppable blaze

No one would warm oneself at...

And his clogs burning out your heart of his blindness...

If you've ever seen a wild horse...

So you know my heart.

My love is wild as the horse,

Superb

but so fragile...

Eternal

but so easily beaten...

Generous

but so able to die

at the smallest betrayal...

My name is Wild Horse.