with your foot on the accelerator a breath of ocher clouds rose in the air. Sand and dust dancing in a warm embrace. His heart pounding to the rhythm of the engine. If he could taste his own blood would have been like spicy chili garlic sauce. She felt wrapped in an ecstasy of pleasure and excitement. More felt that sound vibrates in the air more adrenaline saliva. The route was the same as it was a boy, sniffing the air as if to eat it and that fruity him back in time. The radio would send the Eagles' Hotel California and the road ran fast, so the first crossing took a new, different, mai fatta. Il passato non gli interessava più ormai. Era una vecchia ustione sul suo corpo, ormai cicatrizzata, guarita. Quel suo viaggio era come una doccia rinfrescante di libertà dopo tanto tempo ed esaltò il momento con un grido liberatorio. Finalmente sentiva la vita.
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