Y dice así...
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young. In a world of magnets and miracles. Our thought strayed constantly and without boundary. The ringing of The Division Bell had began. Along the long road and down the causeway. Do they still meet there by the cut. There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps. Running before times took our dreams away. Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground.
The grass was greener - The light was brighter - The taste was sweeter - With friends surrounder - The nigghts of wonder......
Continuará...
Un baiser..Soph



