It took flight from the land of the Incas and came to sit in front of my eyes and in my imagination –four thousand kilometers away- in the neighborhoods of the North Pole, where I live. With the addition of these wings, our mundane four-wheel horse acquired the poetic aura of a contemporary Pegasus.
I feel like I have been invited to fly. Where will I be able to travel? Who else could I invite to embark? What adventures will I find flying on this Pegasus of modern life?