I hope in the past yesterday.
In a hundred years and passing of this story ...
a long journey.
To where I do not know ....
With these long and heavy forks.
To challenge the sun.
A drive along the sea.
With the hot seat and the tank already 'empty.
pretext to stop a bit '...
watching the world situation.
which is reflected in mechanisms incandescent.
often perfect in their imprefezione ...
can I find some of the ties of blood with an equal to me.
With the same passion.
The same game of emotions ...
that repeats itself.
Every moment lived.
Each wizard step in time.
And the way of things no longer makes sense.
and restart from that world still ...
order to remain in my imperfect perfection.
With this iron a hundred years old and goes.
With the tires a bit 'bigger.
to turn out more '.
to run forever.
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