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Where the sun sets, behind the Sierra de los Silencios, two pure, perfect white horses are watched by the god Aeolus as they come and go. The horses play at fighting, at victory; they are not enemies, there is no competition; both fight, both win. Like ethereal spirits, they dance in the wind. One is Bruma, agile and playful, the other Alba, strong and serene.
Every dawn, at the first ray of sunlight, Alba and Bruma come out to roam the fields. They raise their hooves, swish their manes, rays of white light streaking across the sky, they race as if the whole world belonged to them. Every morning, from east to west, their veil never ceases. They are free spirits, dwelling in a dream, a dream that everyone has and no one forgets.
Fortune to the god Aeolus for such beautiful beasts, fortune to the human who sees them dance, because Alba and Bruma do not bleat or gallop for men, they dance for the sky, for the earth, for the sea, and above all, for them, because they know what it is to be truly free.
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AllΓ‘ donde el sol se oculta, tras la Sierra de los Silencios, dos caballos blancos, puros y perfectos son contemplados en el ir y venir por el dios Eolo. Los caballos juegan a la lucha, a la victoria, no son enemigos, no hay competencia, ambos luchan, ambos ganan. Como espΓritus etΓ©reos danzan en el viento. Uno es Bruma, Γ‘gil y juguetΓ³n, el otro Alba fuerte y sereno.
Cada amanecer, al primer rayo del sol, salen Alba y Bruma a recorrer los campos. Alzan sus patas, mueven sus crines, rayos de blanca luz surcando el cielo corren como si todo el mundo les perteneciera, cada maΓ±ana de este a oeste su velo nunca cesa. Son espΓritus libres, que habitan en un sueΓ±o, un sueΓ±o que todos tienen y nadie olvida.
Fortuna para el dios Eolo por tan bellas bestias, fortuna para el humano que las vea danzar, porque Alba y Bruma no balan ni galopan para los hombres, bailan para el cielo, para la tierra, para el mar, y sobre todo, para ellos, porque saben lo que es ser verdaderamente libre.
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hermoso escrito Bruma y Alba
Es esa libertad que se impregna en la brisa y los distintos rituales de la naturaleza.
Freedom indeed has a spirit of merry that makes every living being dance to it. The horses must have felt lost in it serenity
Hermosos son espΓritus libres. Una semana de Γ©xito.
Free spirits are beautiful. A successful week.
Smiles, what caught my attention is that both horses fight and both win. Thanks for this wonderful story
Such a great poem! Not everything is about being better or winning. You described well how each has its own skill and they perfectly fit together like yin and yang, no competition needed.
Thank you for reading. This is one of my simplest posts in the community and one I've enjoyed the most. Thank you so much for the topics you share with us daily. Greetings and blessings.