sleepy call

Now more than ever before I just wanna leave everything behind the far buildings of a noisy city and take the road. To step on the warm highway detecting the graves of each sunray that hides in the grey skin of a that old snake called North Panamericana. I wanna walk the thoughts that flow along the sidewalks in a lost town. To let the silence fill me while I climb 'til the top of an ancient mountain and be able to catch the voice of the wind from there, as it speaks through the sugar cane fields. I wanna rest beneath the shadow of a warm piece of mind shapped stone. To be really tired and sleep under the presence of a lonely distant star.