I’ve been out on that open road 
You can be my full time, daddy 
White and gold 
Singing blues has been getting old 
You can be my full time, baby 
Hot or cold 
Don’t break me down 
I’ve been travelin’ too long 
I’ve been trying too hard 
With one pretty song 
I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast 
I am alone in the night 
Been tryin’ hard not to get into trouble, but I 
I’ve got a war in my mind 
So, I just ride 
Just ride, I just ride, I just ride 
Dying young and I’m playing hard 
That’s the way my father made his life an art 
Drink all day and we talk ’til dark 
That’s the way the road doves do it, ride ’til dark. 
Don’t leave me now 
Don’t say good bye 
Don’t turn around 
Leave me high and dry 
I hear the birds on the summer breeze, 
I drive fast I am alone in the night 
Been tryin’ hard not to get in trouble, but I 
I’ve got a war in my mind 
I just ride Just ride, I just ride, I just ride 
I’m tired of feeling like I’m f-ck-n crazy 
I’m tired of driving ’till I see stars in my eyes 
I look up to hear myself saying, 
Baby, too much I strive, I just ride 
I hear the birds on the summer breeze, 
I drive fast I am alone in the night 
Been tryin’ hard not to get in trouble, but I 
I’ve got a war in my mind 
I just ride 
Just ride, I just ride, I just ride.

sol

A los 10 años encontró refugio de la ciudad de la furia en una máquina de escribir. Más tarde conectaría con la escritura de viajes en un intento de traducir la mirada poética sobre el mundo que la rodea. Desde entonces, se ha alejado y ha vuelto a la poesía como quien vuelve a los brazos del amante: buscando calor.

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