690 - The race of life.

I was riding a foal who was running unstoppable to the finish line, when I remembered, how in my days of youth I went out for a ride through the meadow till I reached the orchard, where I used to pick a flower of a delicious smell, I stopped there to watch the clouds and pet my horse; I also remembered that when I got back to the city I used to trow a coin in the main square's fountain, where I always found a lady of yellow skin like a quince, to whom I always said hi taking my hat off; but she, she always ignored me, because I have never appeared on the newspaper, and that was the kind of men she liked, those who have been to great theaters and that were famous, because she wanted to live big, in a building as high as the sky; but then, I came back to the reality when I heard the public claiming my name, because I had won the race, then they took me a photo which would be in the first page of the newspaper of tomorrow, and I wonder if that lady would remember when she saw my face in the newspaper of tomorrow.

The end.

Published on July 6th, 2013.