Alberto Palomo Villanueva

I wished...to be an Indian Scout...ridding wild mustangs...feeling the prairies air on my face...being one with the horse...To be and Astronaut...exploring far distant Worlds...meeting new species...Perhaps finding the right answer...to the first question... A real Gaucho..doing my Life on...and around a horse...or being a Knightfighting for lost causes...and defenceless ...Princesses...In fact...I was Alexander the Great...Geronimo and the Lone ranger...on my wooden horse...I did explore the Amazon with The Spanish conquers ...under the soft summer rain...Eating my suppers inside a tent... (Nomads Style ) in my garden... I wished...it... I wished it so much...that... I write...and write...and in every word...born...to the light...is... part of my heart... looking up at the Stars...Life is a dream ...Jupp Taube

My wandering soul...is still...a carpet bagger...of feelings....always moving...from... meaning...to meaning...never staying in the same text...