Hair in the Air

Maybe I was around 7 years old...

I remember standing up and feeling free in the race,
I remember the noise of the wind as it crashed against my face,
I remember holding tight to the iron bar,
I remember the smell of the sugar cane,
I remember the mountains at the side of the fields,
I remember feeling like a young boy,
I remember being filled up with complete joy.





I remember smelling flowers,
I remember climbing towers,
I remember the 7 letters: YO TE AMO,
I remember the softness of a caress,
I remember jumping in one foot,
I remember being bugged,
I remember being always hugged.

I remember...

...LIFE IS FULL OF COLORS!