Mythological horse race at twilight

mythological horse race at twilight

See! shapes in the light…

In the boundaries of dream and night an electric cave painting made before the time of the first horse riders.

Free spirits made of light; flying, running, shinning a millisecond before you wake up.

A time of primitive gods yelling with thunders.

A time of horses.



Today I saw a gorgeous girl in the market, she was a blonde beauty from some distant country, her hair was as a golden dream with a subtle and simple white dress. For details I saw in her skin I deduced that she was from a place near the sea Mediterranean or perhaps a warm country as Uruguay or Australia. Sometimes happens to me, 2 see a girl so beautiful (I consider every woman is beautiful, it’s just some are specially more beautiful to me) her image in my mind is… haunting. I say it because I have a terrible memory, I’ve almost forgot the names of all my classmates and colleagues, but I saw her just ten seconds or more and it was a sloooow time. She said a “hola” to somebody, it seemed me funny that that somebody was me, so I just bought some bread and went to home, what a pity that I couldn’t avoid to think in those ten seconds. I’ve the idea that I haven’t bad memory, perhaps I don’t find so much memories to keep.