I keep dreaming of horsemen <br />waiting for me in the distance. <br /> <br />Some remember the days <br />of false gardens <br />when they loved <br />or thought they did. <br /> <br />Others the books they read <br />life long companions <br />to forever lose the thread. <br /> <br />Memory can be molded at will <br />and then give <br />what book, garden and love <br />denied. <br /> <br />I remember things <br />I never did, <br />the battles I never <br />fought. <br /> <br />To Julio Martínez Mesanza<br /><br />Luis Gil de la Puente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/6-battles/
