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She is a little girl , riding on a blue horse. 

    With arms tight around her father’s waist.
    Her cheek press against his back.
They ride through a field crimson with poppies.
Butterflies; purple, yellow, and gold, fluttering a round the horse’s legs.
A cool breeze plays with her hair, caressing her face.
Only he and she, 
gallop toward the sun, 
she is happy and light
    in the glittering air.


The red field becomes a sea of moving shadows. 

    Ominous clouds 
Sweep the vast expanse. 

    Darkens the once pale, blue sky. 

    She clutches his waist tight. 

    He pries loose her arms, dismounts.
She tries to follow him but is unable. 

    “Don’t leave me!” she cries.
“How will I find my way in the darkness? 

    I miss you terribly, Father.
Please, stay.”
“Gabriela,” she hears his voice,
“You forgot; I am dead."
A tide of darkness sweeps him away.
“But, Father,” she shouts,
“I didn’t bury you, you can’t be dead.” 

    She is shouting, but her voice is thin, 
scarcely a thread of a sound.

    The only sound she hears 
is the drumming of her heart. 

    The blue horse gallops through the storm, 

    She holds tight to its mane. 

    Suddenly the horse stops. 

    Neil, her husband, appears before her.
His hands are clasped in prayer,
his face gleams white and wet.
“I knew you’d come back to me,” 
he whispers. “I’m so glad.” 

“She says,
    "No, your'e no longer a part of my life,
I can’t stay.”
A thick mist envelops his face. 

    “Gabriela, my wife, we can try again.”
“No! Move out of the way!”
“You’re selfish, Gabriela,” 
He continues to weep.
“You were always selfish.”
He grabs her hand, 
tries to pull her off the horse’s back.
    The blue horse gallops away.
    Neil is left cradling her severed hand in his arms.
    She wants to get off the horse.
She wants to retrieve her hand. 

    The blue horse is flying, floating
In the dark through the storm. 

    She must leave Neil with something. 

    She can do without her hand.


Again the horse halts,
    its hooves scarps the ground.
    Sparks fly in the darkness. 

    A full moon hangs suspended in space,
    iIluminating, deep blackness.
The face of her lover Paul, floats radiant
    in the darkness.
“Gabriela,” he says, “I knew you’d come, 

    you always came back to me.”
“No,” she says, “you left me. 

    You went back to her, 
you lied to me.” He only laughs.
“Come to me, my love. We’ll be together again.
    You and me.”
His hand is on her chest, 
squeezing her heart. 

    An awful sense of suffocation grips her.
He tries to pull her off the horse’s back. 

    The blue horse bolts forward, 

    Paul, her lover, floats in the air,
her heart in his hand.
“I can’t help you,” she whispers,
“I must bury my father.
Give me back my heart, 

    I can’t live without a heart.”
“Gabriela! Gabriela!”
His rumbling voice is drowned by howling wind and ring of bells.
    "You are selfish, Gabriela.
    You have promised to love me forever.”


The horse is flying faster. 

    The wind roars, louder, louder .
 Bells ring.
“Father! Father!” She shouts.
    She hears his voice. 

    “Escape faster. Don’t listen to them, Gabriela.
They’d all try to stop you.
Go! Go fast !” 

    She holds tight to the blue horse’s main 

    They are swirling through 
empty space.
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