Il cavallo è un amico fantastico, ti ritroverai a galoppare con lui:
velocità, forza e la parte un pò selvaggia di te.
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ALL friends are more than welcome.
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JÁ MÁM KONĚ
Já mám koně, vrané koně, to jsou koně mé.
Když já jim dám ovsa, oni skáčou hopsa, já mám koně, vrané koně, to
jsou koně mé. Když já jim dám obroku, oni skáčou do skoku, já mám koně,
vrané koně, to jsou koně mé. Když já jim dám jetele, oni skáčou vesele,
já mám koně, vrané koně, to jsou koně mé.
日暮
牛羊下来久
各己闭柴门
风月自清夜
江山非故园
石泉流暗壁
草露滴秋根
头白灯明里
何须花烬繁
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Waiting There For You
It seems as if so long ago I stood in fields of green;
I stood there waiting for you, my one life’s destiny;
Our eyes met in that moment, it was always meant to be;
You would be my person and I your noble steed.
Remember how we’d frolicked, in the meadow the whole day;
Returning to the barn yard for carrots and soft sweet hay;
Going to the fairgrounds, winning ribbons in the show;
Grooming me for hours, our hearts where both aglow.
Hacking through the pasture; I could swear we touched the sky;
Picnics by the water as ducks went floating by;
Days turned into months and months soon passed to years;
Growing up together sharing joys and laughs and tears.
You my friend are leaving; you say you’re off to school;
You promise you will visit, why is this life so cruel;
My days are at the fence line, my eyes are on the drive;
I wait for you to come home, time seems to barely just tick by.
The seasons keep on changing as they always do;
But here I will stand waiting just like I promised I would do;
My mane no longer shining, my back is low and swayed;
My hooves are old and cracking, a far cry from glory days.
They came and got me from my paddock, I don’t know them but I’ll go;
Perhaps you sent them for me, are we headed to the show;
I don’t like this, something is wrong here, I smell pain and I smell fear;
The lights are far too bright, what’s this number doing here?
There’s too much going on, let me go, this isn’t right;
My person would not want this; they beat me when I fight;
Where’s my person, where’s my pasture, what did I do wrong;
This trailer is packed solid, and this ride is far too long.
What’s this building, what’s that smell, whose blood is on the floor;
Tell me this isn’t happening, this isn’t what I’m destined for;
As the bolt leaves from its chamber, and my time on earth is through;
I leave my earth bound body, my spirit born anew.
And although you won’t understand it, as humans rarely do;
I will be waiting at the fence line. I’ll be waiting there for you.
Dana Thake
CIAO