Life is wine

“Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.”

Florence-Dijon-Praha, an Italian running behind Eastern Europe.

Mind my own business at:

In a little desert motel, the air it was hot and clean
l slept the sleep of the dead, I didn’t dream
I woke in the morning washed my face in the sink
We headed into the Sierra Madres ‘cross the borderline
The winter sun, shot through the black trees
I told myself it was all something in her
But as we drove I knew it was something in me
Something had been comin’ for a long long time
And something that was here with me now
On highway 29

The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline
She wasn’t sayin’ nothin”, it was just a dream
The wind come silent through the windshield
All I could see was snow and sky and pines
I closed my eyes and I was runnin’,
I was runnin’ then I was flyin’

Bruce Springsteen | Highway 29


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