Cavalo à Solta

My bitter and sweet orange
My poem made of buds of longing
My heavy and light feather
Secret and pure
My ticket to the brief
Brief moment of madness

My boldness, my gallop, my rein
My crazy colt, my flame
My ray of intense light, of open voice
My denunciation of what you think
What we feel right about

In you I breathe, in you I taste
For you I get this strength that again
In you I pursue, in you I roam
Horse loose on the edge of your body
My joy, my bitterness
My courage to run against tenderness

My bitter and sweet orange
My sword, a poem made of two edges
All or nothing
For you I deny, for you I accept
This steed that I don't rest
Parading across my chest

That's why I say punishment song
Almond, aftertaste, body, soul
Lover, friend
That's why I sing, that's why I say
Porch, house, bed, chest of my wheat

My joy, my bitterness
My courage to run against tenderness
My boldness, my adventure
My courage to run against tenderness

My joy, my bitterness
My courage to run against tenderness
My boldness, my adventure
My courage to run against tenderness

My joy, my adventure
My courage to run against tenderness