Motorcycle Diaries

I.ll take you to Rio Negro, he said, But wondering wanderers riding blissful in the afternoon have magnetic bonds
Hours passed as trees flew by the wind carssed faces glowing with sun kissed radiance
Like beatnicked pondering posies we twined down mother.s path
Fists clenched into jaw shut eye lids
Teeth jittering round bounding turns over sloping hillsides
Bottomless tomorrows and sunrise todays
Pavement turning through cloud tops diving into misty forested underground
Hidden from reality of hills and forested countryside
Coaxed out by gravity and slow motion vehicles
Freefalling into the green and enveloped by the cascade
Vrooming by villagers basking in the load of a days work, while we ride by both in question of the other
Vertigo mountains melting in motion
Crystal castles in the morning light of dawn kissed hills
Spanish villas of open counry side sliding past eysight in colorful emotion
No sense unturned, rain drenched heads to soppy floppy toesicles, melted by coffee stands and empanadas made by lucious locals
Dropletts wash away fantasy
The soggy sweetness deepens on two floating bodies hoping tightly for dissapearing clouds
Awkward tensions seep with rain into muscels as laughter disapates the cold clenched hands
Lost in lyrical motion travelers part on a Valentine of synicism