El Diario del Hombre Bàltico

Look like the moment. It look like. Tomorrow, probably, China it’ll be already the past, a piece in the big puzzle of the mind.

It’ll be an autobus, a border far away by the world, police man again for try to get visa, a night spent under the sky somewhere, another country.

It’ll be the end of one dream, and in the same moment the starting of another one, with the incredible partnership of reality. The most strange dream.

Mongolia, finally we’re coming.

Articolo scritto il Martedì 10 Aprile 2007 alle 5:43 pm e archiviato in Amici, China, Mongolia, Notte, Stagioni, Transiberiana, Viaggi. Puoi tenere traccia di tutte le risposte a questo post abbonandoti ai RSS 2.0 feed. Puoi scrivere un commento, o fare trackback da un vostro sito.