I am walking, <br />I know that. <br />I will never return <br />to these wheatfields... <br /> <br />My rucksack is full <br />of memories... <br />At one point, <br />I will get rid <br />of this load.... <br /> <br />I´m saving the light, <br />the greyhounds, <br />my bike, <br />some books, <br />and the whisper.... <br />of the wind <br />on the plains. <br /> <br />Someone is waiting for me <br />across the river <br />on the other side....<br /><br />Luis Gil de la Puente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-wheatfields/
