One of my grandfathers was driver. With their team of mules to make long journeys from our hometown, to Cucuta, a border city with Venezuela. Each trip takes nearly three months of return. He carried food (corn, wheat, salt, brown sugar) and brought goods (clothing, textiles, shoes, toys). When I was five, my grandfather brought me the gift of a plastic horse ... Oddly enough, my toy, has been with me since then.
My first toy was a horse, carrying the rider
layer and hat.
was never broken, although it fell
was full.
With my horse had a very happy,
ligerita soon and would go to Paris.
I played with him to hunt bandits
,
and
was still hidden.
also
rescuing my princess, when caught
damn witch.
Playing
was flown to the schoolhouse,
ran errands for Grandma.
Bring muffins!
screamed Mommy,
also matches
and Panelite .
One day the grandfather gave me
,
well I keep myself.
la, la, la, larito,
lero, lero, lero:
Run horse!
Rahulig/011
DRA
Image: My horse
Rafael Lizardi
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