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The white horse kept running,
without looking back.
The past was disgraceful and lackluster,
no one wanted to recall it.
It ran and ran,
travelling the world in search of love.
It climbed mountains, plunged into cave, crossed deserts,
looking for a moment at the charming vista,
searching for a real companion.

Tonight,
the vast sky was flawless,
there was no stars.
The white horse was standing still,
staring at the darkness of sky tranquilly.
At length,
the moon rose and its polished coin,
though obscured now and then by wisps of cloud,
shone out with serenity, with severity...
Slow wheeling,
like the rays of a searchlight,
the days,
the weeks,
the years passed one after another across the sky.
And the black horse appeared.

(16th of August,2004, inspired at the balcony facing the flawless sky...)
Sunday, December 4, 2011
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