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In a forgotten temple will stand at the door and quietly go up to the altar. I recently want to ask God the Saviour, there is a horse in the garden? After all, this life the best moments I spend probably in the saddle. Let it seems strange to someone, there is nothing more beautiful in the world Mad racing, the power and pressure, three-step shod hooves shot, crazy wind, the will and the spaciousness Yes horizon that beckons to him ! The roads leading into the distance tape somewhere among meadows, fog and rain . Believe me, folks, I do not fault that I was born in love with horses. A horse lips touching the palm, in the grass dew glistens in diamonds, and the whole world is drowning in the eyes of purple, And the sun gilds the strands mane . It may be that we do not choose fate, and data over a fire of my soul. Forgive me, Lord, but I do not have paradise in paradise If not horses ...I think this poem will tell you what my interests !

The Master and Margarita, The Horse Whisperer...

i Carly, big time Rash, Victorious