There's a place my heart misses everytime the fresh fall breeze flows around me... I feel the soft blow of the wind on my face and immediately I am transported to a place where waking up with the sun is delightful and falling asleep early is incredibly natural... In my mind I can see a golden mare galloping under the morning sun, exhibiting her blond beauty and still wild nature.
Her name is Sol, Sun in english. She truly was like the sun, my sun. She was hot and wild, but warm and gentle. Beautiful, and for as long as I could, I made my life revolve around her... Every free time I had, I'd spend with her. She was a young girl to me, with her recently completed 3 years of age. Whenever I woke up, I'd get dressed and rush myself to the stables where she'd be and I'd feed her. I could spend the whole morning grooming her beautiful golden fur and watching her trot here and there... Everything about my quarter mile/mangalarga marchador mare was absolutely magnificent...
Just the thought of all those afternoons I spent with her brings joy and a peaceful place to my heart. Once again I am there holding that strong neck and petting her forehead. And this is where my heart goes everytime Saudade knocks on its door.
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