Gordon Brown is going down (English)

Early this morning I had a dream: I was alone, riding a horse at a very early time of day. It still hadn´t lit up. The bridle path was narrow and led to the root of a mountain slope. As I arrived to the tip of a cliff looking over a long valley, I took a rest. Close by was a small fountain underneath a ridge. The horses drank from the fountain. One could hear the sound of the bridle snaffle.

Lesa áfram„Gordon Brown is going down (English)“