I lost a beautiful being at the border once. It’s weird to think that countries have the power to split up love; a force stronger than nebulas and ocean waves cut through by concrete and barbed wire. I can’t imagine how painful it is for children and parents to be split by a wall. Border romance is painful stuff. In the search for freedom (represented in the color scheme) lost inside a prison that land division and the love of greed creates. The horse is a symbol of freedom, the bull a token of dowry for a lost love.
