The cold wind didn’t make her give up. The fact was that she enjoyed that autumn wind marking with light red her face. Besides she didn’t care about the pain in her ears when –after the ride – she sat at the kitchen to take a nice hot cup of orange and acerola tea.

Yes, when winter arrived, the wind would cut the skin and it would be too hurtful to ride horses on the beach. But it was autumn and it was a perfect day.

The beach was completely lonely. That was her first thought, after she won the little forest that separated her parent’s house from the white sand. But, she was wrong. There was the warmth of the sun bathing the sea, the sand and the minuscule life forms that lived by the waves. It was a crowd, yet there was complete silence.

At first she trotted, enjoining the beauty of the day and the perfect cadence of the animal, but soon, urged, inside her entrails, the need for speed and she freed the wild nature of the black and white steed. The animal hit the sand while she shared words of pleasure and freedom.

“Isn’t this great, Salome?! Yeah…Let’s go, girl! Let´s go!!”

The Mangalarga and the creamy skinned woman run like competing with the wind and the smile was alive in her face, until.

Until a certain surprise made it fade.

A surprise – kind of inversed astonishment –yet a surprise.

The unexpectedly encounter was captured, at secondly by – maybe – the eyes, that blinked slower.

Than it gain the conscience, that awake the body – nanoseconds later – to pain.

It was fast. It was hard. It was hurtful.

And it was followed for more pain. Because that surprise – impact made her gain wings and flow from the horse and hit the sand – half hard – half smooth.

Already in the ground, the blonde woman received a thousand a million thoughts. Dizziness covered -with black and milky white colors her thoughts. She fumbled the sand. Yet, she couldn’t move.

She felt like she was living herself – like someone who was in the edge of sleep, when all the muscles were released and all the thoughts tore themselves apart and got undone, to dive in another space – another unknown time.