I walked aimlessly with my headphones and my favorite music. But the truth is that I was walking without seeing, the memories invaded me like the heat of a bonfire, I felt alone but I couldn't go back the time. Still without paying attention I stumbled upon a boy and he stared at me for a few seconds. As if waiting for me to apologize.

I could notice that he was a bit careless person, his sneakers were stained with paint like his pants and his shirt looked very old and used. he had a full bag. I just turned around and was going to keep walking but he screamed: At least you could say sorry.

But when I turned he had been faster and already was again walking in his path. I felt a little puzzled what was happening with me? I was like in an astral trip, I smelled a rich coffee like the one that my mom does in the mornings that gives me back a little heat to the soul. And after the coffee there was a long wall, full of art.

A man had stopped by my side, he smelled like firewood, like heat of the home.. He was a little chubby but he looked young, he said that to me with admiration and I could notice a little affection in the short phrase.

In the drawing of the long wall you could see a giant squid drinking coffee looking at the cafeteria with a funny expression, its tentacles lengthened and on the wall they become the curlers of a beautiful mermaid whose tail was ending up becoming a stone where a hermit crab fought with his house, a shell to small for him.

I laughed out loud. I reminded myself of my mother laughing at me when I was as little and stubborn, almost as much as she was ... Almost as much as that little crab and its shell. Mothers are just perfects.

She taught me to ride, to feel and love them. To understand a horse is to have a bond with them so amazing that they will also understand you. A horse and its rider create magic, and that's what my mother taught me.