Just like a dream, all of my good memories dyed in the color of regrets. Long time ago since the first time I heard the cavalcade of horses for obeisant eulogy of the farmers who died from the attack of La Trinidad empire. Many years passed and I could still remember how they passed here in the river in between two mountains. It seemed I was following an unknown sound, I was uncertain hearing horses from a far but I still hurried to find where was it. The utmost ecstasy I felt being lost in where mountains almost met the skies. Running for excitement, a far I saw horses jumping of zest, eating the grasses and galloping together with a man on his mint dress shirt underneath a white suit and white pants. His black leather shoes was unparalleled for holding a procession of horses.  The horse turned back and the man saw me as I stood a bit far from him. His shiny black comma hair swayed together the wind. His emotion changed the time our eyes met. My white summer slip dress with lace stripe was dancing through the wind in the middle of the wild. The grass was intimate to my feet as I was barefooted. He smiled widely like tomorrows were nothing but a memoria. Waving at me like he was waiting for my arrival. He stepped down the horse and still eyeing me. Very tall, his shoulders were broad, his body was well-proportioned like a model and his golden ratio face was very much to look at. A small smile formed on my lips as he stard walking towards me, leaving the horses from behind. As he was spitting the distance between us, slowly I couldn't recognize his face causing my beams to fade. "I