A mystery wrapped in a moment has never been solved
wandering the hills where the grass grows too high
nameless horse
It should be a song I shared with you for the first time
nameless horse
I bet you don't want to remember
whispering each other's names
Give meaning to foolish behavior
and puns of our own invention
every year i survive
Just browse through the little things in the archives
So the ecstatic longing to see you again
then see you last time
never showed signs of fading
A sudden gust of wind blocked my call
And you run deeper into the woods
maybe it led you away
hide the trace
like the nameless horse
—
You stopped en route
to take some photographs
A part of your journey
that didn't belong to us
A herd of sheep, a few dewy rocks
a stray white horse
or born in the wild
we'd never know the answer
How metaphorical and surreal those were
I received all these oracles
in my glimmering chat box
A horse with no name
An enigma coated in evanescence was never solved
roaming in the tall grassland
A horse with no name
Ought to be the first song I shared with you
A horse with no name
I bet you're unwilling to recall
how we purr each other's names with fondness
the names of our silly moves
the names of our self-invented pun
I have survived every year
just by browsing the archive
of these subtile matters
Thus the delirium of meeting you again
and again
There was never a sign of fading away
My calling could not pass through a sudden gale
You raced into the inner glade
Or maybe it took you from there
Traces hidden
Like a horse with no name
"A horse with no name"
This poem has the same name as the single and album released by the folk rock group America in 1971. It consists of three very repeated but slightly different melody lyrics. Here is the last paragraph:
" After nine days I let the horse run free
Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with its life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love
You see I've been through the desert
On a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la, la, la, la, la”
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9/17/2021 01:52 am
I remember you said that apart from love, there is also a friendship between us. To me, you are both a teacher and a friend. Honestly, you were intimidating.
—
Over the years, most of the time you don't seem like a real person, flickering on the other end of the network. Sometimes I think, the friendship between me and you didn’t just start with a nonsense friendship, two lonely people who met unexpectedly in a foreign country, a little spark of love, secret joy, hesitating to speak, everything is so restrained, everything It's all so far away. But isn't something missing because of that? Is it because of this that I didn't notice it?
—
When you went climbing with that girl, you took a picture of this horse wandering in the wilderness, and then you sent the picture.
A horse without a name.
In the summer of 2016, the first song I shared with you was A horse with no name by America. During the Christmas holiday in 2017, we played this song on the way to Sibiu. You said you liked it so much, you would Knocking on the steering wheel while humming, out of tune. do you remember? These little things, the things that always make me feel very happy, I don't know why, just relying on them, I gradually get through every year, and the mood of looking forward to seeing you never shows any signs of fading.
