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.

This entry was posted on martedì, aprile 10th, 2007 at 5:43 pm and is filed under Notte, Stagioni, Viaggi. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.