Diarios de motocicleta

"This isn't a tale of heroic feats. It's about two lives running parallel for a while, with common aspirations and similar dreams. What we had in common our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road."

A hard day's night

It's been a hard day's night,
And I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night,
I should be sleeping like a log

Yellowwood

An attempt at a nursery rhyme

There's going to be no rain no hail
Come lets go on a hiking trail
Paths galore across the dam
So lets pack some bread and jam

The sun he shone ever so bright
Barren trees they were quite a sight
Slippery courses winding and long
The woodpecker hummed a merry song

Silences broken by hunters' shots
The deers, they ran for safer spots
The water and the green, a picture of note
Wasnt it all a sweet silhouette?

Short and sweet and splendid was the hike
It was time to hit the nearest pike
The engines roared and uttered their cry
And there we were all home and dry!