As the pavement goes by under the wheels we lay our heads back to the wind. In the front seat, the guys talk about the traffic or music or the werid things we see while we just enjoy the blues that blows wild from the speakers. The road we go and go with no restrictions or fear and all that we see is beautiful and funny in a way, because is not ours, but we sneack in anyway, to see whatever we may see and not see others that scape from our minds. Is just too much. But there is no anxiety, we are not trying to eat it all, we taste bite by bite the thing the road bring us. We do what the man told us to do with his big drugged eyes.
"Reality is something you have to taste".
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