The road that carries on my steps,
The road that carries on my thoughts,
My struggles, my victories, friends and enemies
The road has got me hypnotized.

Dust covers my sins,
Rain washes the guilt,
Sun warms my flesh,
Wind cools my head.

The hands of hundreds of people,
Every single one of them
Proof of a social existence,
Friends yesterday, enemies today.

Elders and youngsters sitting in front,
Passengers of a tired memory,
Gallant thoughts, a prize of thinking,
Or maybe a brain indigestion.

Wars and fights, wishes of hate,
Wounds still warm,
Pride and praise,
Madness left free on the road.

Teachings who make you feel neglected,
Experiences who make you feel deserted,
On the road, you may find the wisdom
Opposing the daily variation.

Smiles, thousands of them stolen,
Replaced by worries and fears.
On the road, thieves and traitors,
Profiting from anything.

The next time we meet
Come without anger,
Come without fear,
Or don’t come.

Oh, road, you and I made a pact
At the beginning of this quest,
You and I until the end
Through dust, and sun, and rain, and pain.

As I lay my soul to you,
Let me ride until I witness the abyss
With my own eyes,
Let me be the one who stops.

On the Road