Sometimes there are events in our life 
that revolve our solid inner countryside. 

Tempests that carry on into the winds, 
the stillness of our inner clear water streams. 

Rationality is momentarily faint, 
lost in circling twisters of emotions and complaint. 

An unexpected violence arises like an earthquake, 
devours our good manners and the peace we break. 

How can we find self control, again, 
when it is gone somewhere, very far away? 

How to get leadership of that internal horse 
which is in rush and may conduct us to struck the head 
against a dangerous sandstone that lays ahead? 

Man that dedicates a  bit of brainpower meanings, 
To  have the insight of his own passion feelings, 

Will surely find in the equilibrium of impulsiveness 
The condition that will permit a homelike happiness.