The Motorcycle Diary

I opened this booklet again today.
It is still hot here. The sun burns outside but Che's diary leads me towards an untouchable wonderland. Far far away, but there lays peace.
I always wonder, if, one day, in my entire life, I could lay down on a piece of grass, do noting but stare into the sky, see how fast the clouds can catch the light. But I clearly understand, my peace, is worth less, compare to the destiny which we have been desired thus far.

She stayed, crying through rain and glass
clouded with grief and tears
She stayed, unable to cry
Wait! I will come
walking with you.

Otero Silva

May the glory be with you.