by A Horse called Juan Face » Wed Oct 31, 2012 2:04 am
I never thought I'd fall out of love with this world. From an early age, the sights and the smells of all the splendour that surrounds us has held me entranced, just like Juliet in Romeo's arms. I used to sit on the end of the pier and watch the waves wash by, marvelling at the trawl of colours moving past my eyeline. Green, blue, white, I could see them all, and I would sit transfixed by their kaleidoscopic beauty. On long journeys, I would stare out the window as the world passed me by, a blur unaffected by my presence, but I was not likewise unaffected. Emotions would stir inside me, as I imagined all the possibilities that were out there. If a place with so much beauty could exist, then surely it could elicit such beauty in my life, inside of me. I dreamed of places that I had never seen, imagining wonders that I may or may not ever see. Creating new landscapes inspired by the ones I saw everyday became my passion. Imagination always reared in reality. Then something changed, and I began to see things differently.
Sean eternos los laureles que supimos conseguir, que supimos conseguir.
Coronados de gloria vivamos... ¡o juremos con gloria morir!,