Walking some days <br />the light of the plains shines. <br />A fresh wind blows over the green wheat <br />and the greyhounds come running to me, <br />riding on my bike <br />A lonely and happy boy. <br /> <br />There are days when time flies back. <br />My bike does not move forward any more <br />and the greyhounds look at me in the distance. <br />They don´t get close to see me coming back. <br />I am not alone any more <br />and the mountains hide the light of the plains.<br /><br />Luis Gil de la Puente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/6-i-remember-a-boy/
