My white horse dressed in butterflies/Pe calul meu alb din fluturi- origial text by Ileana Popescu Baldea

Running.You are the horse of my destiny.A big sparkle on the moon.On your saddle a star from those seven stars
Among the cliffs I shake disheveled ,thinking
Greeting loneliness ,tasting the white stones
Sometimes used to be the rest of an imperfect equation
Trying to bypass infinity alongside other palms
And hide the rising with the eye of a hoof
Running again.The horse of my destiny's dressed now in white butterflies
He catches impossible dreams ,raising
In his nostrils love and the steam of the unwritten poems
Wandering ,oh Lord,the sound of a grey Wednesday
My wild horse throws the star into the sea
He walks like a shadow on the waves
A foreign brain refuses the order .Through the sand-the last agreement
Kneeling,his tresses shining in the moonlight
Starts praying
What's left now from a tear ,the wet snout of destiny
Turns his head just as a time sparkle in the nothingness of summer
A whimper of white dresses the eternity