We dance.
A stage asphalt gray.
a pirouette to the right and a left ...
Which side will come 'the great power?
Which way will dance 'yet?
And what will the 'high final.
In those seconds was all I had on my mind.
I could not look out but I was wondering where they were machines. And it deserves.
But I should not lose contact with him who was driving. Polished, determined, attentive.
Slu?
Slu.
Then tight-lipped, stiff arms, back in seat body
vigilant ... And here's the impact. Violent, but less than what I expected.
And it still hovers.
Slu?
Slu.
few moments and the car 'back in its direction. On his road.
And we back them ', on our way.
With the desire to laugh and cry.
Not a scratch.
not dent. The road.
The machine instead and 'to be scrapped.
hands are shaking.
Silence dissolves into a hug
That says everything that there 'to say.
And now I want to thank heaven.
screaming.
crying.
laughing
Why 'are there.
Why 'I can still go.
Why 'I still have a chance' to live this life.
to donate.
As someone still asks me.
I still have the chance to 'do everything'
still do.
who still want to do.
And I want to run.
How come I did.
I want to love like I never did.
I want to be
How come I did.
It is what it is .
