Cavalo à Solta

My bitter and sweet orange
My poem made of segments of longing
My heavy and light feather
Secret and pure
My passage to the brief
Brief moment of madness
My daring, my gallop, my rein
My crazy colt, my flame
My streak of intense light, of open voice
My denunciation of what one thinks
Of what the right people feel
In you I breathe, in you I taste
For you I find this strength again
In you I pursue, in you I go through
Running horse along the edge of your body
My joy, my bitterness
My courage to run against tenderness
My bitter and sweet orange
My sword, my poem made of two edges
All or nothing
For you I renounce, for you I accept
This steed that doesn't rest
At the parade in my chest
That's why I sing, song of punishment
Almond, taste, body, soul
Lover, friend
That's why I sing, that's why I say
Balcony, house, bed, chest of my wheat
My joy, my bitterness
My courage to run against tenderness
My daring, my adventure
My courage to run against tenderness (2x)